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Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, Adieu, poor soul, that tak'st thy leave of it! If thou wilt outstrip death, go cross the seas, His means of death, his obscure burial,-- But dead they are, and, devilish slave, by thee. The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, Who knows not he is dead! Who knows he is? Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. O momentary grace of mortal men, A hell-hound that doth hunt us all to death: Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! - Come, death, and welcome! Juliet wills it so.--
Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! All mortal consequences have pronounc'd me thus,-- I fear no uncles dead. That, when she dies, with beauty dies her store. In the dead vast and middle of the night, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath,