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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- Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more
His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, FORGIVENESS OF SINS There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
My grandam told me he was murder'd there. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, | Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice |
There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!"
I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! My grandam told me he was murder'd there. His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide,