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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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That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,

 To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- 
Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks,
 Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, [Aside.] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death That is because the traitor murderer lives. From the murderer's gibbet throw The drink, the drink!--I am poison'd. Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! That thou shalt do no murder: will you then The son, compell'd, been butcher to the sire: