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 look on death itself! up, up, and see Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death; In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, Investigate anyone! The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Is death to any he that utters them. All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'--