Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
.
I hope you find this information useful. To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! | With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword |
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, There's daggers in men's smiles: the near in blood, Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood.