Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
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And fearfully did menace me with death Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Of disobedient opposition And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-- So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Most detestable death, by thee beguil'd, Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death, If you will live, lament; if die, be brief, To muddy death. Yes,--that the king is dead. 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Of his own just remove: the people muddied, That I may live to say "The dog is dead."