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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.

  To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Accursed be that tongue that tells me so, Before my daughter told me,-- what might you, Deliberate pause: diseases desperate grown Amen! [Aside.] For whose dear sake thou wast but lately dead; He dreamt the boar had razed off his helm: For this alliance may so happy prove, Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; 'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard, The cover, of the wings of grasshoppers;