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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Would murder as it fell. That he which hath your noble father slain A second time I kill my husband dead Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Who should against his murderer shut the door, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, Didst thou not kill this king? - Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death not to kill the duke. Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, And in this brainish apprehension, kills For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, To murder me? My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical,
Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Who should against his murderer shut the door, Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.--