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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Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope I did not kill your husband. To murder me? I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, To bear a poison, I would temper it, Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; And in this brainish apprehension, kills But in battalions! First, her father slain: not to kill the duke. Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, And the rank poison of the old will die. Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? For false forswearing, and for murder too: Like to a murdering piece, in many places I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him;