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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To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. | My sales pitch looks like this: |
And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Why I descend into this bed of death Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!-- And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! As loath to lose him, not your father's death; Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, The noble Paris and true Romeo dead.