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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- There's nothing serious in mortality:
To make me die with a restorative. Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance Had I but died an hour before this chance, Than death can yield me here by my abode. In the dead vast and middle of the night, Or thinking by our late dear brother's death Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Lest thou increase the number of the dead; That death and nature do contend about them, Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die,-- Who, in her duty and obedience, mark, I will with all expedient duty see you: