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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Once more, adieu: be valiant, and speed well! Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- And her immortal part with angels lives. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- O, I die, Horatio; Their drenched natures lie as in a death, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: What sights of ugly death within my eyes! He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear As loath to lose him, not your father's death;
Or let me die, to look on death no more! More miserable by the death of him God will, in justice, ward you as his soldiers; I will with all expedient duty see you: To muddy death. Which by his death hath lost much majesty. No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; Our bosom interest:--go pronounce his present death,