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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; Most sacrilegious murder hath broke ope So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, To murder, murder our solemnity?-- Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- Whom, you may say, if't please you, Fleance kill'd, For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, As kill a king and marry with his brother. From the murderer's gibbet throw - We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, Hath slain ten thousand Tybalts. Tybalt's death | But banished to kill me; banished? |