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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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Mine and my father's death come not upon thee,

 
  • Death makes no conquest of this conqueror;
 O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,-- They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:' Death and destruction dogs thee at thy heels; O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;-- 
That Henry's death, my lovely Edward's death,

 Either thou wilt die by God's just ordinance Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; That death and nature do contend about them, And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Yes,--that the king is dead. Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- And look on death itself! up, up, and see That Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die: