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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Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, - That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, - Of these supposed crimes to give me leave,
There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- - To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth,
Doth not she think me an old murderer, Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? And all those twenty could but kill one life. The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: He has kill'd me, mother:
Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, A murderer and a villain; That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd So crimeful and so capital in nature,