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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- my father died:--they say he made a good end,--
And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; Poor Clarence, by thy guile betray'd to death! My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. And there die strangled ere my Romeo comes? Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death? My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Or, like obedient subjects, follow him O, he hath kept an evil diet long, Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; Let fall thy lance: despair and die!-- Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge But he, poor man, by your first order died, Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me. Is by a forged process of my death That cop'st with death himself to scape from it; | Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? |
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge I say, my lord, they have deserved death.