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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With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. And in a bloody battle end thy days! Thou wast provoked by thy bloody mind, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin: | She swoons to see them bleed. |
Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, And question this most bloody piece of work A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Having bought love with such a bloody spoil.