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The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, That death and nature do contend about them, Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- Lamentings heard i' the air, strange screams of death; They smile at me who shortly shall be dead. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come,
And death's pale flag is not advanced there.-- Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. And threaten'd me with death, going in the vault, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! A thing like death to chide away this shame, This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Is death of fathers, and who still hath cried, But like a man he died. The horrible conceit of death and night, Which in his death were perfect. Is by a forged process of my death Dead. Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies,