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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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Benvolio, who began this bloody fray? By this one bloody trial of sharp war. The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: I have no more sons of the royal blood The bleeding witness of her hatred by; The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- Free from our feasts and banquets bloody knives; By this one bloody trial of sharp war. And steep'd in blood?--Ah, what an unkind hour Blood hath been shed ere now, i' the olden time, Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood Whose blood and judgment are so well commingled And in a bloody battle end thy days! And dangerous success of bloody wars, Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes Threaten his bloody stage: by the clock 'tis day, Blood to blood, self against self: O, preposterous The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.