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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Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! Wert thou not banished on pain of death? Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, | The imminent death of twenty thousand men |
That's by me wounded. Both our remedies
From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; She should have died hereafter; And make me die a good old man!-- Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; Let every soldier hew him down a bough, Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.--