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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Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son,
A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Murder! To do this piece of ruthless butchery, All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes A villain kills my father; and for that, There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" A murderer and a villain; It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- That thou shalt do no murder: will you then Dost thou hear me, old friend? Can you play 'The Murder of Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, To kill their gracious father? damned fact! And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd.