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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Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? Even of your mettle, of your very blood; By this one bloody trial of sharp war. That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring. Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- By this one bloody trial of sharp war. A savageness in unreclaimed blood, Even of your mettle, of your very blood; My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Who made thee, then, a bloody minister Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood. Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Repast them with my blood. And with thy bloody and invisible hand They bleed on both sides.--How is it, my lord?