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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To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- Never hung poison on a fouler toad. - Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd, There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd He sends you not to murder me for this; The Judgments you are working on will be there when you return. What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, Murder her brothers, and then marry her! To bear a poison, I would temper it, Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, A murderous villain, and so still thou art.