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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And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Or thinking by our late dear brother's death He is dead and gone, lady, Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- To-day shalt thou behold a subject die By some vile forfeit of untimely death: Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Compare dead happiness with living woe; Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Ah, aunt, you wept not for our father's death! But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead. That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death, 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord, Ha, banishment? be merciful, say death; Why then, God's soldier be he! What have you done, my lord, with the dead body?