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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I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death For the ingredients of our caldron. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Or let me die, to look on death no more! Long die thy happy days before thy death; All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; And die in terror of thy guiltiness! - But he, poor man, by your first order died,
Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Sirrah, your father's dead;