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Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? He is dead and gone, lady, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Make peace with God, for you must die, my lord. O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Proclaim a pardon to the soldiers fled Came to this vault to die, and lie with Juliet.-- And her immortal part with angels lives. Their drenched natures lie as in a death, And drop into the rotten mouth of death. I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him Here in Verona, ladies of esteem, 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. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward;