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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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Which way ran he that kill'd Mercutio? Glamis hath murder'd sleep, and therefore Cawdor
Shall sleep no more,--Macbeth shall sleep no more! I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: His canon 'gainst self-slaughter! O God! O God! There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, Work with some of Americas TOP entrepreneurs! And take my milk for gall, your murdering ministers, Murder, stern murder, in the dir'st degree; To be reveng'd on him that kill'd my husband. His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, Is Romeo slaughter'd, and is Tybalt dead? His horse is slain, and all on foot he fights, To murder me and my good Lord of Gloster! What if it be a poison, which the friar He has kill'd me, mother: An if a man did need a poison now, It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: Never hung poison on a fouler toad. The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.-- Ay, and since too, murders have been perform'd It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; To fight against that bloody homicide.