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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O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: A savageness in unreclaimed blood, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, That would reduce these bloody days again, Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn To fight against that bloody homicide. Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, By this one bloody trial of sharp war. Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? The bleeding witness of her hatred by; Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: