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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Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? And humbly beg the death upon my knee, Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? In the dead vast and middle of the night, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Witness my son, now in the shade of death; Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! By some vile forfeit of untimely death: The soldiers' music and the rites of war Be not so long to speak; I long to die, Would create soldiers, make our women fight, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, That princely novice, was struck dead by thee? His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. Than death can yield me here by my abode. The imminent death of twenty thousand men Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger