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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Murder her brothers, and then marry her! Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more - I did not kill your husband.
- There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls,
What if it be a poison, which the friar Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. That he which hath your noble father slain Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! Would murder as it fell. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him.