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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- He has kill'd me, mother:
He sends you not to murder me for this; Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Than such a murder is. Poison hath residence, and medicine power: Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak Would murder as it fell. - And that bare vowel I shall poison more
In the division of each several crime, Like to a murdering piece, in many places