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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Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes - Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;--
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: In the same figure, like the king that's dead. The queen, my lord, is dead. Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, The least a death to nature. Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: And die in terror of thy guiltiness! - Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward;
I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death More miserable by the death of him My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Sirrah, your father's dead;