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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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But in battalions! First, her father slain:

 Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! There will be no surprises. Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, 
No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt

 Of butcher'd princes fight in thy behalf: Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: That you will war with God by murdering me?-- That you will war with God by murdering me?-- My wife kill'd too? 
A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth,
 You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; Carried to Colme-kill, O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, 
Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain!

 My grandam told me he was murder'd there. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! If he be slain, say I; or if not, no: I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:--