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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Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death,
Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- Would create soldiers, make our women fight, For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine Inter their bodies as becomes their births: No boss to answer to Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: - Why the man dies.--I humbly thank you, sir.
Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: