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I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; And the rank poison of the old will die. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- Come, cordial and not poison, go with me Had not been broken, nor my brother slain:
| Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, |
If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-- His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,--