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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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Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince,

 And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, I fear no uncles dead. After the battle let George Stanley die. Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail, I'll pay that doctrine, or else die in debt. His nurse! why she was dead ere thou wast born. But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them. This, in obedience, hath my daughter show'd me; Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, 
The present death of Hamlet. Do it, England;
 Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper; And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? I will not be afraid of death and bane, Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.-- Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, And look on death itself! up, up, and see Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!-- I would not wish them to a fairer death: Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! 
That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die,

 And the rank poison of the old will die. That in the sty of the most deadly boar