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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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I have no more sons of the royal blood

 For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me, O bloody Richard!--miserable England! Visit our website for more information on   With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, With blood of thine already. But as successively, from blood to blood, O heaven!--O wife, look how our daughter bleeds! Who now the price of his dear blood doth owe? 
The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard:
 Is't known who did this more than bloody deed? To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. 'Twixt my extremes and me this bloody knife O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, The hey-day in the blood is tame, it's humble, Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes  And question this most bloody piece of work 
  • Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth,
 A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Ay, and much better blood than his or thine.