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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Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; Even of your mettle, of your very blood; O, what a rash and bloody deed is this! Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, | A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. |
But as successively, from blood to blood,