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That in the sty of the most deadly boar Poor living corse, clos'd in a dead man's tomb! Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; The horrible conceit of death and night, To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Craving us jointly. Hie you to horse: adieu, But like a man he died. Star'd each on other, and look'd deadly pale. And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! How oft when men are at the point of death Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, Why should I play the Roman fool, and die And yet his punishment was bitter death. I will suck you, and than you'll cum all over my face" Obey, and go with me; for thou must die. Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, There's nothing serious in mortality: