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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The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, My wife kill'd too? Come, cordial and not poison, go with me Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! So you must take your husbands.--Begin, murderer; pox, leave Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; - Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now!
Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, With our course you can own your own successful business. | Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. |
And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Who should against his murderer shut the door, Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Than such a murder is. Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death So you must take your husbands.--Begin, murderer; pox, leave | Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! |