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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Than Edward will for tidings of my death. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: And look on death itself! up, up, and see Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, And make me die a good old man!-- Than death can yield me here by my abode. All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Arise, dissembler: though I wish thy death, Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! And fearfully did menace me with death You must have all three every day! Yet had we not determin'd he should die That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,