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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Bleed, bleed, poor country! Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood. Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; All causes shall give way: I am in blood O God!--did Romeo's hand shed Tybalt's blood? Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks,