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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An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, A second time I kill my husband dead Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Our royal master's murder'd! - That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief,
As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. He has kill'd me, mother: And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- Murder thy breath in middle of a word, My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! As kill a king! This murderous shaft that's shot I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;