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 graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, | What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? |
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? We should profane the service of the dead Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge From the first corse till he that died to-day, In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- This day those enernies are put to death, For food and diet, to some enterprise Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king.