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And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death:
But that the dread of something after death,--
That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Death of thy soul! those linen cheeks of thine How darkly and how deadly dost thou speak! In the dead vast and middle of the night, And if I die no soul will pity me: Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? To undertake the death of all the world, Yet had we not determin'd he should die That makes us wretched by the death of thee, Why thy canoniz'd bones, hearsed in death, 'Tybalt is dead, and Romeo banished.' Revive, look up, or I will die with thee!-- The horrible conceit of death and night, Then you conclude, my grandam, he is dead. That unsubstantial death is amorous;