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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| And fearfully did menace me with death |
- This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me;
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, The death I gave him. So again, good-night.-- That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?--
Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Under the moon, can save the thing from death Automatically Blocking Spam That in the sty of the most deadly boar Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in If he were dead, what would betide on me? Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, - Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead!
The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight.