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O momentary grace of mortal men, Died every day she lived. Fare-thee-well! And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: And death, not Romeo, take my maidenhead! Than Edward will for tidings of my death. No sleep close up that deadly eye of thine, And the dire death of my poor sons and brothers? Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Home Mailers Needed! And drop into the rotten mouth of death. To make me die with a restorative. O, gentlemen, see, see! dead Henry's wounds I would they were, that I might die at once; And humbly beg the death upon my knee, But like a man he died. You cannot guess who caus'd your father's death. Would none but I might venge my cousin's death! In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh?-- Give me my Romeo; and, when he shall die, Say, have I thy consent that they shall die? And Romeo dead; and Juliet, dead before, Like powder in a skilless soldier's flask, Death lies on her like an untimely frost