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? Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; Than Edward will for tidings of my death. To threaten me with death is most unlawful. Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.-- To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary. No, no, he is dead, I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Never, my lord; therefore prepare to die. More miserable by the death of him That makes us wretched by the death of thee, | Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, |
He should the bearers put to sudden death,