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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Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. All causes shall give way: I am in blood My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Repast them with my blood. A bloody tyrant and a homicide; From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, By this one bloody trial of sharp war. I have no more sons of the royal blood I have no more sons of the royal blood