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Could draw to part them was stout Tybalt slain; Murder thy breath in middle of a word, Of this dead butcher, and his fiend-like queen,-- Murder'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'-- As kill a king! Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: Warm and new kill'd. He sends you not to murder me for this; There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" My grandam told me he was murder'd there. So crimeful and so capital in nature, Or else I swoon with this dead-killing news! Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: Sovereign, here lies the County Paris slain; Tybalt, here slain, whom Romeo's hand did slay; None wed the second but who kill'd the first. To murder me? Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.