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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He is dead and gone, lady, Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: Than Edward will for tidings of my death. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Why should I play the Roman fool, and die Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him As one dead in the bottom of a tomb: - And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband:
And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, As one that had been studied in his death, James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. Do I live dead that live to tell it now. - If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas,
Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, I fear no uncles dead. Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death?