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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- O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness!
Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. And yet his punishment was bitter death. O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Why should I play the Roman fool, and die To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death But he, poor man, by your first order died, Strange images of death. As thick as hail Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- That, when the brains were out, the man would die, These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, And I, of ladies most deject and wretched Soldiers, sir. Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, I fear no uncles dead. Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, His venom tooth will rankle to the death: Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death