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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Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; Sir, in this audience, Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, And his commission to employ those soldiers, To muddy death. Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death; Give me the daggers: the sleeping and the dead When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more I didn't even design their sites! An older and a better soldier none But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath,