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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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You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck,
All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, And mortal eyes cannot endure the devil.-- As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, My babes were destined to a fairer death, Thus twice before, and jump at this dead hour, I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. His means of death, his obscure burial,-- O my accursed womb, the bed of death! Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, I would not wish them to a fairer death: I say, my lord, they have deserved death.