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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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For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- [Aside.] It is the poison'd cup; it is too late. Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, And slaughter'd those that were the means to help him; Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd That is because the traitor murderer lives. Carried to Colme-kill, If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, Didst thou not kill this king? Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; The most arch deed of piteous massacre Of this most grievous murder!