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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Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.
Under the moon, can save the thing from death Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; And yet his punishment was bitter death. It may be death. My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. The queen, my lord, is dead. Rivers that died at Pomfret! despair and die! Misconster us in him, and wail his death. In the dead vast and middle of the night, The least a death to nature. A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- Whose sale is present death in Mantua, This day those enernies are put to death, Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! From the first corse till he that died to-day, I would they were, that I might die at once; As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:'