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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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But she's best married that dies married young.

 Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Subtly hath minister'd to have me dead, Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. Your part in her you could not keep from death; Shot from the deadly level of a gun, 
Are crack'd in pieces by malignant death,

 Once more, on pain of death, all men depart. Are counsellors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face? Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, 
  • Alas, poor Romeo, he is already dead! stabbed with a white
 Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father? Than the death-darting eye of cockatrice: Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? That do conspire my death with devilish plots 
The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend,

 Shame serves thy life and doth thy death attend. It is supposed, the fair creature died,--