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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I brought my master news of Juliet's death; Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend.
Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. Be not so long to speak; I long to die, The queen, my lord, is dead. Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; And yet his punishment was bitter death. By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Who knows not that the gentle duke is dead? I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- In deadly hate the one against the other: Thy drugs are quick.--Thus with a kiss I die. Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
Why should I play the Roman fool, and die And do't the speedier, that you may direct me The soldiers' music and the rites of war