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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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Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, Dar'st thou resolve to kill a friend of mine? For false forswearing, and for murder too: Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; None wed the second but who kill'd the first. An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Now with Full Internet Search. And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt | A villain kills my father; and for that, |
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! To bear a poison, I would temper it, | That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! |
I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery. What wilt thou do? thou wilt not murder me?-- Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice - Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree;