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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Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; But old folks, many feign as they were dead; For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,
Though yet of Hamlet our dear brother's death O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- No, no, he is dead, My father's death,-- That I may live to say "The dog is dead." Dead for a ducat, dead! Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? [To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- For food and diet, to some enterprise - I will not be afraid of death and bane,
There's nothing serious in mortality: Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge