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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Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, It is the bloody business which informs 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife As it is won with blood, lost be it so! My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, | Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, |
Concealing it is simply so no one can SEE there is money in the envelope and steal it before it gets to you. Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd