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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Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! And that bare vowel I shall poison more To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, Locate Missing Persons, find Lost Relatives and obtain Addresses and Phone Numbers of old school friends, even Skip Trace Dead Beat Spouses. Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: