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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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Would harrow up thy soul; freeze thy young blood; Dabbled in blood; and he shriek'd out aloud Spur your proud horses hard, and ride in blood; A savageness in unreclaimed blood, His silver skin lac'd with his golden blood; As it is won with blood, lost be it so! Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,-- We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! When we have mark'd with blood those sleepy two Wrong not her birth; she is of royal blood. Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-- From cold and empty veins, where no blood dwells; For like the hectic in my blood he rages, The tyrannous and bloody act is done,-- Bleed, bleed, poor country! All in gore-blood;--I swounded at the sight.