Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Frozen almost to death, how he did lap me Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" Not body's death, but body's banishment. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, The soldiers' music and the rites of war Where the dead body is bestow'd, my lord, But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, I brought my master news of Juliet's death; Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!