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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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God knows I will not do it to the death. To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, He cannot live, I hope; and must not die Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, By some vile forfeit of untimely death: Should be as mortal as an old man's life? Who, almost dead for breath, had scarcely more Dies in his own too much: that we would do, And the place death, considering who thou art, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Whose sale is present death in Mantua, Here in Verona, ladies of esteem,
- Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.--
By some vile forfeit of untimely death: Dream on, dream on of bloody deeds and death: All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Too late he died that might have kept that title, O, farewell, honest soldier; Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, Full soon the canker death eats up that plant.