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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That are but mutes or audience to this act, And steal immortal blessing from her lips; For food and diet, to some enterprise Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; As we have warranties: her death was doubtful; Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Such mortal drugs I have; but Mantua's law Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! These dead men's tombs. But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,--