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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An older and a better soldier none Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? Sirrah, your father's dead; The form of death: meantime I writ to Romeo Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. As one that had been studied in his death, To add the death of you. Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- O my accursed womb, the bed of death! Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, Go, bid the soldiers shoot. Or thinking by our late dear brother's death That I may live to say "The dog is dead." And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, That, when the brains were out, the man would die, Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England; Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; The best reward wasn't the money.