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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Lest thou increase the number of the dead; Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! And yet his punishment was bitter death. My father is not dead, for all your saying. - O wretched state! O bosom black as death!
Long die thy happy days before thy death; Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, This day those enernies are put to death, Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Exposing what is mortal and unsure As one that had been studied in his death, The ape is dead, and I must conjure him.-- What sights of ugly death within my eyes! Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- Soldiers, sir.
Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.