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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Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. The soldiers' music and the rites of war Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. The noble Paris and true Romeo dead. Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, As loath to lose him, not your father's death; Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. The queen, my lord, is dead. Not body's death, but body's banishment. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes?
Too late he died that might have kept that title, But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, He is dead and gone, lady, Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers My father is not dead, for all your saying. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, That I am guiltless of your father's death, Still not convinced? Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour,