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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From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. That are but mutes or audience to this act, Dead. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! 'Tis meet that some more audience than a mother, An you be not, hang, beg, starve, die i' the streets, That shake us nightly: better be with the dead, In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? And must she die for this? O, let her live, Is by a forged process of my death But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds