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 I am guiltless of your father's death, Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! To cure this deadly grief. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. I would they were, that I might die at once; Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Strange images of death. As thick as hail And if I die no soul will pity me: That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- And only in that safety died her brothers. Whose deadly web ensnareth thee about?