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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Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? Too late he died that might have kept that title, Your part in her you could not keep from death; The imminent death of twenty thousand men His means of death, his obscure burial,-- O Romeo, Romeo, brave Mercutio's dead! For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- Of bloody strokes and mortal-staring war. And call the noblest to the audience. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Tell them how Edward put to death a citizen, Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Full soon the canker death eats up that plant. God knows I will not do it to the death.