Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: Whether they live or die. Anointed let me be with deadly venom, The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; O wretched state! O bosom black as death! That makes us wretched by the death of thee,