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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That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, Give, me superfluous death. Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Of his own just remove: the people muddied, Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, By some vile forfeit of untimely death: Not body's death, but body's banishment. If he were dead, what would betide on me? That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.--