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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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Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

 Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? 
I say, my lord, they have deserved death.
 Contending 'gainst obedience, as they would make If you do not have it then simply upgrade & you'll be saving $100's a month in  
I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!--
 Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! 
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,

 
Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
 With pestilent speeches of his father's death; Your part in her you could not keep from death; my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death That makes us wretched by the death of thee, That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; As you are friends, scholars, and soldiers, The other Edward dead to quit my Edward; But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, 
Compare dead happiness with living woe;
 'Tis a vile thing to die, my gracious lord,