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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Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, How it could have helped many a suffering person. From the murderer's gibbet throw Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? As kill a king! Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,-- Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, And that bare vowel I shall poison more A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: Of these supposed crimes to give me leave,