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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[To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: And look on death itself! up, up, and see Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. At least we'll die with harness on our back.
When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. That are but mutes or audience to this act, I would they were, that I might die at once; Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; For now they kill me with a living death. And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death At least we'll die with harness on our back. To-day shalt thou behold a subject die Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine,