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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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Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead;

 What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- 
Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,

 His secret murders sticking on his hands; From the murderer's gibbet throw For false forswearing, and for murder too: Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd,