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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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To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. We hear our bloody cousins are bestow'd Where bloody Tybalt, yet but green in earth, The brother blindly shed the brother's blood, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! ORIGINAL MESSAGE STARTS HERE AS SEEN ON NATIONAL TV: Where it draws blood no cataplasm so rare, Bleed, bleed, poor country! Pour in sow's blood, that hath eaten Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. [To KING RICHARD.] Bloody and guilty, guiltily awake, With blood of thine already. Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, The thin and wholesome blood; so did it mine; All in gore-blood;--I swounded at the sight. Thy garments are not spotted with our blood, For the blood-bolter'd Banquo smiles upon me,