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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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The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead.

 You use your computer and telephone to do most of the processing. And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death Strange dream, that gives a dead man leave to think!-- Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- They met me in the day of success; and I have learned by the perfectest report they have more in them than mortal knowledge. When I burned in desire to question them further, they made themselves air, into which they vanished. Whiles I stood rapt in the wonder of it, came missives from the king, who all-hailed me, 'Thane of Cawdor'; by which title, before, these weird sisters saluted me, and referred me to the coming on of time, with 'Hail, king that shalt be!' This have I thought good to deliver thee, my dearest partner of greatness; that thou mightst not lose the dues of rejoicing, by being ignorant of what greatness is promised thee. Lay it to thy heart, and farewell. Their drenched natures lie as in a death, No, let the candied tongue lick absurd pomp; Die in his youth by like untimely violence! Sir, in this audience, Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: Much more than death; do not say banishment. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, What have you done, my lord, with the dead body? 
O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death!

 Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, With one that saw him die: who did report,