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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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Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, Thou hadst a Clarence too, and Richard kill'd him. But in battalions! First, her father slain: To murder, murder our solemnity?-- But banished to kill me; banished? | With twenty mortal murders on their crowns, |
Your royal father's murder'd. Like to a murdering piece, in many places Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee. From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, - Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
From the murderer's gibbet throw I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Of this most grievous murder! Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope Ring the alarum bell:--murder and treason! An hour but married, Tybalt murdered,