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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What if it be a poison, which the friar [Aside.] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep; For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, Not to kill him, having a warrant for it; but to be damned Than such a murder is. Never came poison from so sweet a place. Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Can serve my turn? Forgive me my foul murder!-- Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:--