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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Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. And turn'd that black word death to banishment: And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! These dead men's tombs. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: But old folks, many feign as they were dead; An english speaking representative will be contacting you to verify your correct mailing information prior to shipping you your FREE special report(s). Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen, Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. - My babes were destined to a fairer death,
Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; My father is not dead, for all your saying. That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here;