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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Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. On pain of torture, from those bloody hands When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! Had she affections and warm youthful blood, Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled With blood remov'd but little from her own? From the dead temples of this bloody wretch The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
Bleed, bleed, poor country! Features: Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks,