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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'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- [To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. That, when the brains were out, the man would die, In deadly hate the one against the other: No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it I have bewept a worthy husband's death, To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.-- His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. And lead you even to death: meantime forbear,