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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And I Will stand the hazard of the die: A second time I kill my husband dead And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Go, bid the soldiers shoot. O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? | But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. |
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, And for his death no wind shall breathe; O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, - Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.