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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Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour
The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! And question this most bloody piece of work Of direst cruelty! make thick my blood, And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, For like the hectic in my blood he rages, With this slave's offal: bloody, bawdy villain! - With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons,
The secret'st man of blood.--What is the night? O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare,