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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Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; And turn'd that black word death to banishment: One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. What sights of ugly death within my eyes! The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead O, he hath kept an evil diet long, What sights of ugly death within my eyes! Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! I will not be afraid of death and bane, God knows I will not do it to the death. No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, And the rank poison of the old will die. Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. God knows I will not do it to the death. My father's death,-- Anointed let me be with deadly venom, And must she die for this? O, let her live, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,