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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He has kill'd me, mother: The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, Would murder as it fell. His secret murders sticking on his hands; Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, That you will war with God by murdering me?-- The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, That he which hath your noble father slain A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I,