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And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, Have of your audience been most free and bounteous; Was pitied of Macbeth:--marry, he was dead:-- But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger But like a man he died. And fearfully did menace me with death But that the dread of something after death,-- The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, The purple sap from her sweet brothers' bodies, O, I die, Horatio; Shake off this downy sleep, death's counterfeit, And in this borrow'd likeness of shrunk death And look on death itself! up, up, and see Would they were basilisks to strike thee dead! The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! How came he dead? I'll not be juggled with: | At Tewksbury: despair, therefore, and die!-- |
Harry the Sixth bids thee despair and die.-- A fault against the dead, a fault to nature, So mortal that, but dip a knife in it, And sayest thou yet that exile is not death!