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This is thy sheath [stabs herself]; there rest, and let me die.

 time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier,  Imperious Caesar, dead and turn'd to clay, 
Like death, when he shuts up the day of life;
 Why should I play the Roman fool, and die To strike him dead I hold it not a sin. Sir Walter Herbert, a renowned soldier; 
Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?
 Than Edward will for tidings of my death. That I may live to say "The dog is dead." And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: A second time I kill my husband dead 
  • And fall thy edgeless sword: despair, and die!--
 Had you such leisure in the time of death For the ingredients of our caldron. 
That unsubstantial death is amorous;
 That are but mutes or audience to this act, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. 
And I, of ladies most deject and wretched
 And hide me with a dead man in his shroud;