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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Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Long die thy happy days before thy death; Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- They met me in the day of success; and I have
learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than
mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them
further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished.
Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from
the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title,
before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the
coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have
I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of
greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by
being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy
heart, and farewell. O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! And if I die no soul will pity me: That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Alack the day, she's dead, she's dead, she's dead! Sirrah, your father's dead; Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? A second time I kill my husband dead Would create soldiers, make our women fight, Industrious soldiership. Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, The death I gave him. So again, good-night.-- With Romeo till I behold him--dead--