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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I that was wash'd to death with fulsome wine, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, Yet had we not determin'd he should die But like a man he died. And do't the speedier, that you may direct me That I am guiltless of your father's death, Shall, stiff and stark and cold, appear like death: Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; The lights burn blue.--It is now dead midnight. Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies, Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Have you thought about BULK EMAILING?