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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Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, His secret murders sticking on his hands; Doth make against me, of this direful murder; Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, - To kill their gracious father? damned fact!
Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. Whose unavoided eye is murderous. No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Never came poison from so sweet a place. And all those twenty could but kill one life. If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- Yet thou didst kill my children. I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him;