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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There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. I did not kill your husband. Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; What men of name are slain on either side? Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death
Play something like the murder of my father Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,