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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; But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature - Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd
To fight against that bloody homicide. His secret murders sticking on his hands; Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: | His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! |
In the division of each several crime, That I did kill them. Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd Hath Romeo slain himself? say thou but I, For false forswearing, and for murder too: Revenge his foul and most unnatural murder. My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes. Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! And all those twenty could but kill one life. What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief,