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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Nature seems dead, and wicked dreams abuse And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, - Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;
That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, But that the dread of something after death,-- Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones,
I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Unless things mortal move them not at all,-- To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: With Romeo till I behold him--dead-- Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! The readiest way to make the wench amends Dies in his own too much: that we would do, Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night;