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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- Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead?
To keep those many many bodies safe Think on Lord Hastings: despair and die!-- Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; O, farewell, honest soldier; And humbly beg the death upon my knee, They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Is death to any he that utters them. Misconster us in him, and wail his death. It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:' To threaten me with death is most unlawful. Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,--
And call the noblest to the audience. By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.--