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? O wretched state! O bosom black as death! Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Then he is dead? Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, | That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, |
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. To undertake the death of all the world, For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!