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, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,-- Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Murder'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt To kill their gracious father? damned fact! Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes And in this brainish apprehension, kills Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. A second time I kill my husband dead A murderer and a villain; If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-- To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, For now they kill me with a living death.