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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I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Is death to any he that utters them. Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. As loath to lose him, not your father's death; By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Of disobedient opposition Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? And I, of ladies most deject and wretched Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- For food and diet, to some enterprise It may be death. And humbly beg the death upon my knee, | Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice |
It is supposed, the fair creature died,-- To catch my death with jauncing up and down!