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, Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! And die ere men can say God save the queen! I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, For the ingredients of our caldron. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Shot from the deadly level of a gun,