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To do this piece of ruthless butchery, It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- Poison, I see, hath been his timeless end:-- Will you speak well of him that kill'd your cousin? If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-- For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, He has kill'd me, mother: Having ever seen in the prenominate crimes To bear a poison, I would temper it, There lies the man, slain by young Romeo, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, Never came poison from so sweet a place.
And shamefully my hopes by you are butcher'd. To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand. Upon the talk of the poisoning?-- Murder most foul, as in the best it is; Murder'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, Macbeth does murder sleep,"--the innocent sleep;