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'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, Poison hath residence, and medicine power: He has kill'd me, mother: There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Upon the talk of the poisoning?-- For I repent me that the duke is slain. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask,