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 queen, my lord, is dead. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; The woman will be out.--Adieu, my lord: Why I descend into this bed of death Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; To add the death of you. If all else fail, myself have power to die. What sights of ugly death within my eyes! For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death,
Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Be not so long to speak; I long to die, Give, me superfluous death. The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!--