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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But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Murder thy breath in middle of a word, Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep; Poison hath residence, and medicine power: To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth, The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation - To draw apart the body he hath kill'd:
Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: I did enact Julius Caesar; I was kill'd i' the Capitol; Brutus For now they kill me with a living death. Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,