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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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Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead!

 Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, 
Exposing what is mortal and unsure
 Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- I dreamt my lady came and found me dead,-- Take heed, take heed, for such die miserable. Will tempt unto a close exploit of death? Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death.