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; To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; To fight against that bloody homicide. - There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood,
To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! To bear this tidings to the bloody king:-- Bloody instructions, which being taught, return Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!