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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Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. From the dead temples of this bloody wretch A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: Had she affections and warm youthful blood, O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, But as successively, from blood to blood, Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. They bleed on both sides.--How is it, my lord? And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour