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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Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? I have no more sons of the royal blood Which smok'd with bloody execution, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! I grant him bloody, Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: They bleed on both sides.--How is it, my lord? My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, Repast them with my blood. The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts; But since, so jump upon this bloody question, Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. Without embarrassing pumps (THAT DON'T WORK!) | Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? |