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


And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers,

 A villain kills my father; and for that, Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd So crimeful and so capital in nature, From the murderer's gibbet throw Hey, wanna see pictures of me and my sexy friends? then check out my site" Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, 
  • for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me.
 The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Then say they were not slain: In Margaret's battle at Saint Albans slain? Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name,  To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- That he which hath your noble father slain To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband.