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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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The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? And steal immortal blessing from her lips; And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. He never gave commandment for their death. My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain James Tyrrel, and your most obedient subject. So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, And make me die a good old man!-- Typically 1/2 to 1/3 of what other firms charge. All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- It is 'Adieu, adieu! remember me:' Sin, death, and hell have set their marks on him, One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Is mortals' chiefest enemy. And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Alas, I blame you not; for you are mortal, My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? And so did I; well, we were born to die. He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear They smile at me who shortly shall be dead.