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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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Never came poison from so sweet a place. Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Doth not she think me an old murderer, To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Like to a murdering piece, in many places | This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; |
Like to a murdering piece, in many places Of those effects for which I did the murder,-- To murder me and my good Lord of Gloster! Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it; Those that Macbeth hath slain. The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Minority assistance programs