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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She swoons to see them bleed. The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood - Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,--
Her blood is settled, and her joints are stiff; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, have had so much blood in him? Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd To worry lambs and lap their gentle blood; A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Thanks PD! Excitements of my reason and my blood, And question this most bloody piece of work Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, Having bought love with such a bloody spoil. Bleed, bleed, poor country! By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed.