Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood O bloody Richard!--miserable England! Making over half million dollars every 4 to 5 months from your home? A pair of bleeding hearts; thereon engrave Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, All causes shall give way: I am in blood