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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We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd Excitements of my reason and my blood, The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- And in a bloody battle end thy days! When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; - And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead,
With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? | And make poor England weep in streams of blood! |
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Their hands and faces were all badg'd with blood; When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! | And in a bloody battle end thy days! |
When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink.