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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With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, To fight against that bloody homicide. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, Which smok'd with bloody execution, And make poor England weep in streams of blood! For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. So bloodily hast struck? Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, With an untitled tyrant bloody-scepter'd, Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, All causes shall give way: I am in blood Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;--