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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Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; Repast them with my blood. Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, We may not be models or movie stars, but we're REAL women who want to start an affair with a REAL guy like you! All causes shall give way: I am in blood The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood - To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd,
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, I have no more sons of the royal blood And question this most bloody piece of work Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud Which smok'd with bloody execution, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. All in gore-blood;--I swounded at the sight.