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 murder, murder our solemnity?-- Why not take full advantage of it, RIGHT NOW!!! Warm and new kill'd. That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, But in battalions! First, her father slain: The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep; Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish;