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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Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, In the same figure, like the king that's dead. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death; So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it The least a death to nature.