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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Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: To muddy death.
Had I but time,--as this fell sergeant, death, Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, It may be death. Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd The least a death to nature. The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, His father's death and our o'erhasty marriage. Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- But he, poor man, by your first order died, Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead,
Your part in her you could not keep from death; If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it To both their deaths shalt thou be accessary.