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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My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt In the dead vast and middle of the night, Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- To cure this deadly grief. Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay,
Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Dead. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, That death and nature do contend about them, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss.