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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Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: As ours by murder, to make him a king! The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.-- That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, That he which hath your noble father slain - That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband:
Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; - Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man, You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; But banished to kill me; banished? Upon the talk of the poisoning?-- Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer, No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt An if a man did need a poison now, Didst thou not kill this king? As ours by murder, to make him a king! From the murderer's gibbet throw