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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Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. To make me die with a restorative. And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. But that the dread of something after death,-- Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Or thinking by our late dear brother's death And steal immortal blessing from her lips; For now they kill me with a living death. And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Or, like obedient subjects, follow him Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it Sirrah, your father's dead; Witness my son, now in the shade of death;