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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The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. He has kill'd me, mother: That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Murder thy breath in middle of a word, | Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? |
Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- This murderous shaft that's shot