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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We should profane the service of the dead These dead men's tombs. For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. I would not wish them to a fairer death: And die in terror of thy guiltiness! The imminent death of twenty thousand men Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.--
I would not wish them to a fairer death: To time and mortal custom.--Yet my heart His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? To catch my death with jauncing up and down! Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; Seeking for Richmond in the throat of death. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead;