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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Wert thou not banished on pain of death? 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' Who is it that consorts, so late, the dead? How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Too late he died that might have kept that title, Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. - When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
The readiest way to make the wench amends The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, To muddy death. Die in his youth by like untimely violence! But he, poor man, by your first order died, And do't the speedier, that you may direct me Or, like obedient subjects, follow him She should have died hereafter; The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, IMPORTANT: In the dead vast and middle of the night, Take up the bodies.--Such a sight as this He is dead and gone, lady, Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale.