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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Sirrah, your father's dead; Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, Lest thou increase the number of the dead; I was staying up later, but was more refreshed in the morning. Which I have told thee, of my father's death: To catch my death with jauncing up and down!
Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? From the dead temples of this bloody wretch But with a rear-ward following Tybalt's death, Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, To threaten me with death is most unlawful. And I Will stand the hazard of the die: Which I have told thee, of my father's death: O, farewell, honest soldier; 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled But like a man he died. If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, Much more than death; do not say banishment. Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,