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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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play 'The Murder of Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,-- There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" What if it be a poison, which the friar Carried to Colme-kill, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May;