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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More than his father's death, that thus hath put him Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! And I, in such a desperate bay of death, That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, Or, like obedient subjects, follow him The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, | I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- |
The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,