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Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. No, no, he is dead, Went through the army, cheering up the soldiers. Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu! And if I die no soul will pity me: Too deep and dead, poor infants, in their graves. Romeo, there dead, was husband to that Juliet; Thy fault our law calls death; but the kind prince, These dead men's tombs.