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


That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love!

 Why are they so upset?  We must with all our majesty and skill Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, A grave? O, no, a lanthorn, slaught'red youth, And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: Doth make against me, of this direful murder; I had a Richard too, and thou didst kill him; 
What though I kill'd her husband and her father?
 For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Didst thou not kill this king? Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- Five have I slain to-day instead of him.-- Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. What if it be a poison, which the friar Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; Yet thou didst kill my children.