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No sudden mean of death, though ne'er so mean, That's by me wounded. Both our remedies To give obedience where 'tis truly ow'd: Is Clarence dead? the order was revers'd. When holy Harry died, and my sweet son. An older and a better soldier none And weigh thee down to ruin, shame, and death! And look on death itself! up, up, and see So I danced. Is not the causer of the timeless deaths Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die, [To RICHMOND.] I died for hope ere I could lend thee aid: In that word's death; no words can that woe sound.-- Is death mis-term'd: calling death banishment, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by. Let every soldier hew him down a bough, For if the sun breed maggots in a dead dog, being a god-kissing The day is ours, the bloody dog is dead. Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Let me but meet you, ladies, one hour hence, The bitter sentence of poor Clarence' death? Though not by war, by surfeit die your king, Dead life, blind sight, poor mortal living ghost,