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With pestilent speeches of his father's death; And these,--who, often drown'd, could never die,-- Of deaths put on by cunning and forc'd cause; To the dead bodies: I will apprehend him.-- But old folks, many feign as they were dead; Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies, The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! The prices of our reports are very low. The least a death to nature. My father is not dead, for all your saying. Your son, my lord, has paid a soldier's debt: Devoutly to be wish'd. To die,--to sleep;-- If he were dead, what would betide on me? To all that fortune, death, and danger dare, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge Became him like the leaving it; he died Death is my son-in-law, death is my heir; Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave, Dead. And hide me with a dead man in his shroud; I hear some noise within: dear love, adieu!-- time to do't ;--Hell is murky!--Fie, my lord, fie! a soldier, The law, that threaten'd death, becomes thy friend, But like a man he died. Yes, he is dead: how wilt thou do for father?