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| Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death |
Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. The readiest way to make the wench amends For now they kill me with a living death. And must she die for this? O, let her live, Than death prorogued, wanting of thy love. Strange images of death. As thick as hail And only in that safety died her brothers. Black night o'ershade thy day, and death thy life! This day those enernies are put to death, Death makes no conquest of this conqueror; Thy nephews' souls bid thee despair and die!-- Love, charity, obedience, and true duty! And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. That fair for which love groan'd for, and would die, Death, lie thou there, by a dead man interr'd. Who, all as hot, turns deadly point to point, And in their triumph die; like fire and powder, Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death. And cruel death hath catch'd it from my sight!