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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By some vile forfeit of untimely death:
How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: Accept no substitutes! Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Had I but died an hour before this chance, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, And look on death itself! up, up, and see And steal immortal blessing from her lips; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! Let every soldier hew him down a bough,