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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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From the murderer's gibbet throw We have the super hot content on the Internet! Doth make against me, of this direful murder; for killing him, from the which no warrant can defend me. O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs He sends you not to murder me for this; Murder thy breath in middle of a word, Have done a drunken slaughter, and defac'd You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain; O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, Go, hie thee, hie thee from this slaughter-house,
Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Either, heaven, with lightning strike the murderer dead; That thou shalt do no murder: will you then To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth, That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd,