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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 nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!--

 O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Die neither mother, wife, nor England's queen!-- If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Well, may you see things well done there,--adieu!-- Your first is dead; or 'twere as good he were, 
Industrious soldiership.
 That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; Death, desolation, ruin, and decay: Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; The readiest way to make the wench amends 
O wretched state! O bosom black as death!

 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- And if I die no soul will pity me: And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Under the moon, can save the thing from death Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends,