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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Mine issue of your blood upon your daughter. Repast them with my blood. Would to the bleeding and the grim alarm And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes For like the hectic in my blood he rages, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. So is he mine; and in such bloody distance, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! On pain of torture, from those bloody hands Which smok'd with bloody execution, Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, And on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of blood, Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: | A savageness in unreclaimed blood, |
- A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse;
Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, On pain of torture, from those bloody hands So bloodily hast struck? Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood,