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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An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Miscarried by my fault, let my old life O me, O me!--my child, my only life! Upon my life, she finds, although I cannot, The life of Tybalt. We'd jump the life to come. But in these cases The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Even on the pith of life. Where is he gone? Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it; Our crown, our life, and all that we call ours, The life o' the building. | This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe |
An envious thrust from Tybalt hit the life Thy life hath that dishonour'd. Chief nourisher in life's feast. To grunt and sweat under a weary life,