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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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Here, thou incestuous, murderous, damned Dane, There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; He sends you not to murder me for this; Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. Energy Level: 84% improvement Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Never hung poison on a fouler toad. To kill their gracious father? damned fact! My wife kill'd too? To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: That thou shalt do no murder: will you then None wed the second but who kill'd the first. What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, Never came poison from so sweet a place. That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. For, hark you, Tybalt being slain so late, From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, That you will war with God by murdering me?-- Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?