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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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Adieu, adieu! Hamlet, remember me.

 Witness my son, now in the shade of death; Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- Thou hadst but power over his mortal body, To-day shalt thou behold a subject die The other Edward dead to quit my Edward; Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- From the dead temples of this bloody wretch Conceit in weakest bodies strongest works,-- 
Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death
 To time and mortal custom.--Yet my heart Poor heart, adieu! I pity thy complaining. Out on you, owls! Nothing but songs of death? Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost, That are but mutes or audience to this act, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, Edward Plantagenet, why art thou dead? O God, which this blood mad'st, revenge his death! Doth the news hold of good King Edward's death?