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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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Cool it with a baboon's blood, Be bloody, bold, and resolute; laugh to scorn Those clamorous harbingers of blood and death. How would you like a MUCH BIGGER PENIS?" | She swoons to see them bleed. |
And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, Hood my unmann'd blood, bating in my cheeks, It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash As it is won with blood, lost be it so! Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Nearer in bloody thoughts, an not in blood, To royalize his blood I spilt mine own.
On pain of torture, from those bloody hands When the blood burns, how prodigal the soul Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash
Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother,