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 parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, |
And all those twenty could but kill one life. | A bloody tyrant and a homicide; |
That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; This murderous shaft that's shot Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house, That you will war with God by murdering me?-- To do this piece of ruthless butchery, But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? What men of name are slain on either side? He sends you not to murder me for this; Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Warm and new kill'd. Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! The most arch deed of piteous massacre for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain;