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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Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. Warm and new kill'd. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- A murderer and a villain; O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, And the rank poison of the old will die. To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Or in my cell there would she kill herself. Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear But banished to kill me; banished? Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him.