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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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There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill. For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. The most arch deed of piteous massacre As kill a king and marry with his brother. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. | Yet thou didst kill my children. |
Whose unavoided eye is murderous. To draw apart the body he hath kill'd: Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: But in battalions! First, her father slain: To murder, murder our solemnity?-- Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name,