Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; My wife kill'd too? Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! But in battalions! First, her father slain: Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, My wife kill'd too? So crimeful and so capital in nature, Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd