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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Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, And the rank poison of the old will die. Doth not she think me an old murderer, Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Yet thou didst kill my children. Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: - For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,--
The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, The most arch deed of piteous massacre Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature