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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Which smok'd with bloody execution, Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, And question this most bloody piece of work Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. By this one bloody trial of sharp war.