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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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for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. As kill a king and marry with his brother. A murderous villain, and so still thou art. The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.-- for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. That I did kill them. The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. Our royal master's murder'd! That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: | In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? |
Carried to Colme-kill, He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago:
He sends you not to murder me for this; Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison,