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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Then say they were not slain:
Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, - Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;
To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, To do this piece of ruthless butchery, In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, If I have kill'd the issue of your womb, He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Feel as though your life is at a standstill Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? From the murderer's gibbet throw