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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Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Repast them with my blood. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-- Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; [To KING RICHARD.] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, Had she affections and warm youthful blood, With blood remov'd but little from her own? Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? STOP! With blood remov'd but little from her own? O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, The nearer bloody. By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins,