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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The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, And yet his punishment was bitter death. When thou shalt tell the process of their death. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, That tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here; Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, That do conspire my death with devilish plots Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. And die in terror of thy guiltiness! Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? More miserable by the death of him That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable.