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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For the ingredients of our caldron. O me! this sight of death is as a bell O wretched state! O bosom black as death! After the battle let George Stanley die. As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. Yet had we not determin'd he should die Became him like the leaving it; he died Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: The other Edward dead to quit my Edward; That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Too late he died that might have kept that title, Anointed let me be with deadly venom, Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, And must she die for this? O, let her live, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: My daughter he hath wedded: I will die.