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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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Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,

 I would they were, that I might die at once; By some vile forfeit of untimely death: I would they were, that I might die at once; And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: Of his own just remove: the people muddied, The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And her immortal part with angels lives. Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! This day those enernies are put to death, The 0.2% response to that is 100,000 orders for Report # 5. Became him like the leaving it; he died Too late he died that might have kept that title, To threaten me with death is most unlawful. And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Why then, God's soldier be he! Why then, God's soldier be he! That unsubstantial death is amorous;