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My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, But in battalions! First, her father slain: There's one did laugh in's sleep, and one cried, "Murder!" Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! No doubt the murderous knife was dull and blunt Doth make against me, of this direful murder; He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: To murder, murder our solemnity?-- What if it be a poison, which the friar The potent poison quite o'er-crows my spirit: Than such a murder is. Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! To-day at Pomfret bloodily were butcher'd, I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: Direness, familiar to my slaught'rous thoughts, So she may live unscarr'd of bleeding slaughter, To bear a poison, I would temper it, What 'twere to kill a father; so should Fleance. - All slain, all dead: 'Romeo is banished,'--
To do this piece of ruthless butchery, Of accidental judgments, casual slaughters; O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs If thou be'st slain and with no stroke of mine, Provoke us hither now to slaughter thee.