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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His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. O wretched state! O bosom black as death! Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead,
Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, I will lead forth my soldiers to the plain, Go HERE! for more sleaze! From the first corse till he that died to-day, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Inter their bodies as becomes their births: