Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood And with thy bloody and invisible hand Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud Was stabb'd with bloody daggers: God, I pray him, A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, As it is won with blood, lost be it so!