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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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It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, But wherefore, villain, didst thou kill my cousin? Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. An if a man did need a poison now, Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; A dram of poison; such soon-speeding gear So you must take your husbands.--Begin, murderer; pox, leave With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; That you will war with God by murdering me?-- The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Thou hadst an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, I had an Edward, till a Richard kill'd him; That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, Of those effects for which I did the murder,-- And smil'st upon the stroke that murders me. What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance.