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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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Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!

 Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more O my accursed womb, the bed of death! Click Here: See Our Special Internet Offer  Let me be ta'en, let me be put to death; That's by me wounded. Both our remedies Had I but died an hour before this chance, Industrious soldiership. Hold fast the mortal sword, and, like good men, To rouse thee from thy bed, there art thou dead: Stand not amaz'd. The prince will doom thee death Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine O wretched state! O bosom black as death! With Romeo till I behold him--dead--