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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From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; Bleed, bleed, poor country! Which smok'd with bloody execution, Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Holds such an enmity with blood of man Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands O bloody Richard!--miserable England! Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!