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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Than can the substance of ten thousand soldiers 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Is by a forged process of my death Thy Clarence he is dead that stabb'd my Edward; Some word there was, worser than Tybalt's death, My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Long die thy happy days before thy death; If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it That's by me wounded. Both our remedies He is dead and gone, lady, NOTE: Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- But I, a maid, die maiden-widowed. Dead for a ducat, dead! Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! His means of death, his obscure burial,-- Which I have told thee, of my father's death: Is the king dead? the empire unpossess'd? Your part in her you could not keep from death;