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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Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, | Rivers that died at Pomfret! despair and die! |
Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. Your part in her you could not keep from death; He is dead and gone, lady, To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Alas, alas!--Help, help! My lady's dead!-- Thy husband in thy bosom there lies dead; Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. To-day shalt thou behold a subject die