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Death lies on her like an untimely frost my father died:--they say he made a good end,-- Why follow'd not, when she said Tybalt's dead, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! If he were dead, what would betide on me? Is mortals' chiefest enemy. Then love-devouring death do what he dare,-- Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him From the dead temples of this bloody wretch God knows I will not do it to the death. which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love, And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: I lay it naked to the deadly stroke, O'er-cover'd quite with dead men's rattling bones, Make haste; the hour of death is expiate. The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: 'Tis death to me to be at enmity; My very friend, hath got his mortal hurt Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- Compare dead happiness with living woe; What sights of ugly death within my eyes!