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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No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, | The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; |
And turn'd that black word death to banishment: But two months dead!--nay, not so much, not two: An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! As we have warranties: her death was doubtful;