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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Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Bloody instructions, which being taught, return His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain The bleeding witness of her hatred by; So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, And in a bloody battle end thy days! Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Bleed, bleed, poor country! A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; The table round.--There's blood upon thy face. By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. It will have blood; they say, blood will have blood: