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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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Why I descend into this bed of death And his commission to employ those soldiers, That ever I should live to see thee dead! Now old desire doth in his deathbed lie, That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. But let it be.--Horatio, I am dead; Sir, in this audience, No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Like death, when he shuts up the day of life; Click Here and register Online Today! I am dead, Horatio.--Wretched queen, adieu!-- my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- In deadly hate the one against the other: And yet his punishment was bitter death. Death lies on her like an untimely frost