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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Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- Muscle Strength: 88% improvement Never hung poison on a fouler toad. What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. A murderous villain, and so still thou art. Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Of those effects for which I did the murder,-- Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- That I did kill them. But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: - Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;
Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name,