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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 fears a painted devil. If he do bleed,

 To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, A knot you are of damned blood-suckers. To-morrow are let blood at Pomfret Castle; Albeit they were flesh'd villains, bloody dogs, Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, Cursed the blood that let this blood from hence! Cool it with a baboon's blood, The spring, the head, the fountain of your blood Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Cool it with a baboon's blood, 
Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood,

 Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: A bloody deed!--almost as bad, good mother, A bloody deed, and desperately dispatch'd! Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, And God, not we, hath plagu'd thy bloody deed. To ears of flesh and blood.--List, list, O, list!-- Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! Now comes the wanton blood up in your cheeks, Bloody instructions, which being taught, return  With less remorse than Pyrrhus' bleeding sword The sleepy grooms with blood.