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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Carried to Colme-kill, Poison hath residence, and medicine power: To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, - Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night,
To do this piece of ruthless butchery, From the murderer's gibbet throw Murder thy breath in middle of a word, The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Murder! Didst thou not kill this king? The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: | Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; |
Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: