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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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Fool, fool! thou whett'st a knife to kill thyself. | And in this brainish apprehension, kills |
Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? Would murder as it fell. Behold this pattern of thy butcheries.-- Hast thou slain Tybalt? wilt thou slay thyself? Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, A bloody tyrant and a homicide; In the division of each several crime, This exclusive 2-hour long, cum drenched Video Team Compilation is only available here! " That I did kill them. That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Upon his body that hath slaughter'd him! Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature To bear a poison, I would temper it, Hadst thou no poison mix'd, no sharp-ground knife, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,