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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Our royal master's murder'd! Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep; Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Then say they were not slain: And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. - His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights,
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, A murderous villain, and so still thou art. To bear a poison, I would temper it, Murder! Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: But banished to kill me; banished? Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: