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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time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, But old folks, many feign as they were dead;
My father's death,-- Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. But he, poor man, by your first order died, These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; By thee was punched full of deadly holes: Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost,