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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Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? Click Here for your FREE PC Check-up! To strike him dead I hold it not a sin.
Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, This is the truth, or let Benvolio die. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! In the dead vast and middle of the night, Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! But like a man he died. Had I but died an hour before this chance, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- Death lies on her like an untimely frost Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead; That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Of disobedient opposition And for his death no wind shall breathe;