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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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Yes,--that the king is dead.

 The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! I would not wish them to a fairer death: Under the moon, can save the thing from death I brought my master news of Juliet's death; The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, O, he hath kept an evil diet long, O wretched state! O bosom black as death! That the life-weary taker mall fall dead; No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, Told the sad story of my father's death, Their course of love, the tidings of her death: Hang thee, young baggage! disobedient wretch! Look'd pale when they did hear of Clarence' death? Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine The least a death to nature. A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger 
Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet;

 More miserable by the death of him Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; Why I descend into this bed of death At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!-- Death, that hath ta'en her hence to make me wail,