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No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt Our royal master's murder'd! Doth not she think me an old murderer, Pitiful sight! here lies the county slain;-- Never hung poison on a fouler toad. To hide the slain?--O, from this time forth, - This hand, which for thy love did kill thy love;
Hello Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake! That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; There art thou happy: Tybalt would kill thee, Savagely slaughter'd: to relate the manner Have told me, I being by, that I should kill him? O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. Is there a murderer here? No;--yes, I am: I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. For ruin's wasteful entrance: there, the murderers, For them the gracious Duncan have I murder'd; The citizens are up, and Tybalt slain.-- That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. To kill their gracious father? damned fact! If two such murderers as yourselves came to you,-- But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: