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I grant him bloody, My voice is in my sword: thou bloodier villain O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, When scarce the blood was well wash'd from his hands To fight against that bloody homicide. Contagion to this world: now could I drink hot blood, With thy keen sword impress, as make me bleed: Alack, alack! what blood is this which stains Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. A piteous corse, a bloody piteous corse; For blood of ours shed blood of Montague.-- have had so much blood in him? Be satisfied, dear God, with our true blood, One rais'd in blood, and one in blood establish'd; The secret'st man of blood.--What is the night? The nearer bloody. We give to thee our guiltless blood to drink. O Pomfret, Pomfret! O thou bloody prison, Here's the smell of the blood still: all the perfumes With blood remov'd but little from her own? A savageness in unreclaimed blood, The ground is bloody; search about the churchyard: