Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! To keep those many many bodies safe This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; By Sinel's death I know I am Thane of Glamis; Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, But like a man he died. Till then, adieu; and keep this holy kiss. Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. Say, have I thy consent that they shall die?