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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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Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! Whose unavoided eye is murderous. To bear a poison, I would temper it, | Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, |
He sends you not to murder me for this; Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! That thou shalt do no murder: will you then | Tired of the 40 x 40 x 40 Plan? You know: |
For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; Murder! And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him;