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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His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Our royal master's murder'd! Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Was by a mousing owl hawk'd at and kill'd. From the murderer's gibbet throw My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, Murder'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, That is because the traitor murderer lives. In the poison'd entrails throw.-- What men of name are slain on either side? That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, From the murderer's gibbet throw Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward;