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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What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Than such a murder is. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned So crimeful and so capital in nature, A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, Now you have control over your reports. A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth,