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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This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Compare dead happiness with living woe; Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death
That makes us wretched by the death of thee, And the rank poison of the old will die. At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!--