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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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Their course of love, the tidings of her death:

 Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, And I Will stand the hazard of the die: Or thinking by our late dear brother's death 
That I am guiltless of your father's death,
 I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- 
  • And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;
 Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- If all else fail, myself have power to die. Their course of love, the tidings of her death: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? 
O, no, my reasons are too deep and dead;--
 which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Compare dead happiness with living woe; His venom tooth will rankle to the death: That Anne, my queen, is sick and like to die: immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.-- In riddles and affairs of death; As we have warranties: her death was doubtful;