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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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If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope - To murder me and my good Lord of Gloster!
What though I kill'd her husband and her father? Of these supposed crimes to give me leave, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, And that bare vowel I shall poison more In the division of each several crime, My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, Doth make against me, of this direful murder; This murderous shaft that's shot Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Murder! Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love; That thou shalt do no murder: will you then Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd The most arch deed of piteous massacre