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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Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, butcher of a silk button, a duellist, a duellist; a gentleman of Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; His secret murders sticking on his hands; A murderer and a villain; [Behind.] O, I am slain! Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- Didst thou not kill this king? And in this brainish apprehension, kills And here he writes that he did buy a poison Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: