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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Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, - Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, To fight against that bloody homicide. The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Ay, and much better blood than his or thine. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash So bloodily hast struck? As thou dost swallow up this good king's blood, Even of your mettle, of your very blood; So bloodily hast struck? Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: