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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Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? Misconster us in him, and wail his death. Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? That I may live to say "The dog is dead." Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Shall I be plain?--I wish the bastards dead;