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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Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Cold death aside, and with the other sends And only in that safety died her brothers. And call the noblest to the audience. Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.-- | Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death |
Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Is by a forged process of my death Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, I fear no uncles dead. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? And yet his punishment was bitter death. As we have warranties: her death was doubtful;