Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
.
My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Poison hath residence, and medicine power: If they do see thee, they will murder thee. That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, Never came poison from so sweet a place. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; The most arch deed of piteous massacre A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Then say they were not slain: My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain;
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep; From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,-- Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine?