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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The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Poison hath residence, and medicine power: Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,
A second time I kill my husband dead Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Whose unavoided eye is murderous. A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; This murderous shaft that's shot To bear a poison, I would temper it, Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin?