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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Yes,--that the king is dead. Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. O, he hath kept an evil diet long, As hush as death, anon the dreadful thunder Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, That in the sty of the most deadly boar But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. And I, in such a desperate bay of death, time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, I would they were, that I might die at once; O my accursed womb, the bed of death! Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? Death lies on her like an untimely frost Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject.