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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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Alive in triumph! and Mercutio slain! Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, I did enact Julius Caesar; I was kill'd i' the Capitol; Brutus Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. For false forswearing, and for murder too: This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love; Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? As ours by murder, to make him a king! Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature She’s in BIG trouble. So crimeful and so capital in nature, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, But in battalions! First, her father slain: That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, And the rank poison of the old will die. A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, | Those that Macbeth hath slain. |
Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself?