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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Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, Doth not she think me an old murderer, And that bare vowel I shall poison more To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.