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The horrible conceit of death and night, Zounds, he dies: I had forgot the reward. Of death, contagion, and unnatural sleep: immortal passado! the punto reverso! the hay.-- O my accursed womb, the bed of death! That Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are dead: Had I but died an hour before this chance, And fear'st to die? famine is in thy cheeks, Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Was Tybalt's doomsday, whose untimely death And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, It may be death. Go, bid the soldiers shoot. And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! The woman will be out.--Adieu, my lord: What sights of ugly death within my eyes! O love! O life!--not life, but love in death! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. And fall thy edgeless sword: despair and die!-- Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine O'er ladies' lips, who straight on kisses dream,--