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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But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: Who should against his murderer shut the door, My wife kill'd too? This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; And in this brainish apprehension, kills If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: To bear a poison, I would temper it, Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, To murder, murder our solemnity?-- The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, not to kill the duke. Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, That thou shalt do no murder: will you then My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,