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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Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about? And for his death no wind shall breathe; In the same figure, like the king that's dead. Using those thoughts which should indeed have died Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; I brought my master news of Juliet's death; And call the noblest to the audience. Compare dead happiness with living woe; Do I live dead that live to tell it now. Soldiers, sir. And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; - Your part in her you could not keep from death;
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?