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 in battalions! First, her father slain: Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. But banished to kill me; banished? Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, That he which hath your noble father slain If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-- | Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! |
I did not kill your husband. A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, So crimeful and so capital in nature,