Oyonale - 3D art and graphic experiments
ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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not to kill the duke. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; My grandam told me he was murder'd there. Doth not she think me an old murderer, Doth not she think me an old murderer,
The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.-- Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Of this most grievous murder! Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. And all those twenty could but kill one life. Please you. But I had rather kill two enemies. That he which hath your noble father slain Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned My wife kill'd too? Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: Doth make against me, of this direful murder; There are hundreds of authors and thousands of books on this CD!! Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, not to kill the duke. My grandam told me he was murder'd there.