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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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I did not kill your husband. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; In the poison'd entrails throw.-- But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Then say they were not slain: To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Murder her brothers, and then marry her! This murderous shaft that's shot It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. Here is a friar, and slaughter'd Romeo's man, As ours by murder, to make him a king! That thou shalt do no murder: will you then - I am justly kill'd with mine own treachery.
Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile, for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. Of Edward's heirs the murderer shall be. So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Carried to Colme-kill,