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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All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs He sends you not to murder me for this; We are ready to give you the same step-by-step plan we used to build our fortune. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. From the murderer's gibbet throw It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; As kill a king! His secret murders sticking on his hands; Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain! He sends you not to murder me for this; Murder most foul, as in the best it is; I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.