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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Didst thou not kill this king? Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! Those that Macbeth hath slain. My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, Doth make against me, of this direful murder; What if it be a poison, which the friar Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? A murderous villain, and so still thou art. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt | The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, |
Never came poison from so sweet a place. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Of this most grievous murder! That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,