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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Which smok'd with bloody execution, To bear this tidings to the bloody king:-- For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, The sleepy grooms with blood. To fight against that bloody homicide. Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash - By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, I have no more sons of the royal blood Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Bleed, bleed, poor country! Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; The nearer bloody. As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,