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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We must with all our majesty and skill Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, In the poison'd entrails throw.-- Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Would murder as it fell. Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth, But banished to kill me; banished? For false forswearing, and for murder too: That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Never came poison from so sweet a place. The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; Never came poison from so sweet a place. Murder most foul, as in the best it is; butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of