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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The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, And his commission to employ those soldiers, Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- Anointed let me be with deadly venom, One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. I would not wish them to a fairer death: 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: