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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His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; - My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth!
All in gore-blood;--I swounded at the sight. Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh! The sleepy grooms with blood. The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. All causes shall give way: I am in blood We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd My blood for your rude brawls doth lie a-bleeding; Holds such an enmity with blood of man That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; Holds such an enmity with blood of man
A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Open their congeal'd mouths and bleed afresh! By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, Thy age confirm'd, proud, subtle, sly, and bloody, And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead,