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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The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-- Than Edward will for tidings of my death. With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: How oft when men are at the point of death Not body's death, but body's banishment. The death I gave him. So again, good-night.--
O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! I brought my master news of Juliet's death; Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.--