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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To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth, As ours by murder, to make him a king! Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? In the division of each several crime, Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; He has kill'd me, mother: I sell thee poison; thou hast sold me none. To murder me? Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late,
Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. - O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs