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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Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,
Are here arriv'd, give order that these bodies Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. And for his death no wind shall breathe; In riddles and affairs of death; In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Go to thy death-bed, I fear no uncles dead. Not body's death, but body's banishment. Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.