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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That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me bastard; Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten | Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, |
A savageness in unreclaimed blood, We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands