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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Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; O wretched state! O bosom black as death! Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? Anointed let me be with deadly venom, The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight. Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more He should the bearers put to sudden death, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Proceed thus rashly in the villain's death, He never gave commandment for their death. | The soldiers' music and the rites of war |
my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- Can vengeance be pursu'd further than death? God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death I have bewept a worthy husband's death, To keep those many many bodies safe I must be gone and live, or stay and die. He should the bearers put to sudden death, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: I have bewept a worthy husband's death,