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Death lies on her like an untimely frost

 Being a thing immortal as itself? Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! I have bewept a worthy husband's death, More than his father's death, that thus hath put him I brought my master news of Juliet's death; I will with all expedient duty see you: The soldiers' music and the rites of war And must she die for this? O, let her live, 
That makes us wretched by the death of thee,
 And sayest thou yet that exile is not death! Or die a soldier as I liv'd a king. But chiefly to take thence from her dead finger Hath death lain with thy bride:--there she lies, O wretched state! O bosom black as death!  He is dead and gone; Ah sir! ah sir!--Well, death's the end of all. There's nothing serious in mortality: Is by a forged process of my death Edward, my lord, thy son, our king, is dead.-- Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Told the sad story of my father's death, Bear Hamlet like a soldier to the stage; As we have warranties: her death was doubtful; Thou know'st 'tis common,--all that lives must die,