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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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Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. If you do not receive at least 10 orders for Report #1 within 2 weeks, continue sending e-mails until you do.
In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- To muddy death. How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: The death I gave him. So again, good-night.-- Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,
Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Than thou hast made me by my dear lord's death!" Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper;