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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Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- Is by a forged process of my death That Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die: Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. A second time I kill my husband dead And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. | Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me |
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Thou lily-liver'd boy. What soldiers, patch? At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!--