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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Than death can yield me here by my abode. Not body's death, but body's banishment. Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. No, no, he is dead, Dies in his own too much: that we would do, Should be as mortal as an old man's life? And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death That do conspire my death with devilish plots The readiest way to make the wench amends Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; And I Will stand the hazard of the die: I will not be afraid of death and bane, And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- Strange images of death. As thick as hail Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! - Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death,