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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You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. At least we'll die with harness on our back. And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: And, as the sleeping soldiers in the alarm, | Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes |
Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: | Than Edward will for tidings of my death. |
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Be not so long to speak; I long to die, Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! Mine and my father's death come not upon thee, And leave him all; life, living, all is death's. Is by a forged process of my death And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before,