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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Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Compare dead happiness with living woe; As an old man said to me: Take note of this plant! Sirrah, your father's dead; Became him like the leaving it; he died Not body's death, but body's banishment. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Is by a forged process of my death Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!-- Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd.