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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My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands Of carnal, bloody and unnatural acts; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash As it is won with blood, lost be it so! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, Blood to blood, self against self: O, preposterous To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; If this email was an inconvenience to you, I would like to apologize