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And die in terror of thy guiltiness! If all else fail, myself have power to die. These happy masks that kiss fair ladies' brows, Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; Industrious soldiership. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! Were for myself: and so, my lord, adieu. Their drenched natures lie as in a death, Misconster us in him, and wail his death. - But death hath snatch'd my husband from mine arms,
Some lay in dead men's skulls; and in the holes No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, Now, fair befall you! he deserv'd his death; O deadly sin! O rude unthankfulness! Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die,-- Misconster us in him, and wail his death. I will with all expedient duty see you: And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,-- He should the bearers put to sudden death, She's dead, deceas'd, she's dead; alack the day! I say, my lord, they have deserved death. Now pile your dust upon the quick and dead, And die ere men can say God save the queen! For which, they say, you spirits oft walk in death,