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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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A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Blood to blood, self against self: O, preposterous Alas, how shall this bloody deed be answer'd? Thy bones are marrowless, thy blood is cold; Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten | Unlawfully made drunk with innocent blood. |
For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Excitements of my reason and my blood, When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Pale, pale as ashes, all bedaub'd in blood, Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. My thoughts be bloody, or be nothing worth! Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, By this one bloody trial of sharp war.
To bear this tidings to the bloody king:-- She swoons to see them bleed.