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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That would reduce these bloody days again, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, By Christ's dear blood shed for our grievous sins, The wretched, bloody, and usurping boar, Holds such an enmity with blood of man have had so much blood in him? Swills your warm blood like wash, and makes his trough O prince!--O husband!--O, the blood is spill'd When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; Blood to blood, self against self: O, preposterous Bleed, bleed, poor country! Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, For like the hectic in my blood he rages,