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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That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Industrious soldiership. I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! But he, poor man, by your first order died, And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, Long die thy happy days before thy death; Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Long die thy happy days before thy death;