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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Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this With pestilent speeches of his father's death; This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, Forget typing! Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!--