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Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, If one could match you: the scrimers of their nation Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! - We have scotch'd the snake, not kill'd it;
And all those twenty could but kill one life. My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, O, I am slain! [Falls.] If thou be merciful, Thou hadst a Richard, till a Richard kill'd him. Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: Like to a murdering piece, in many places Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, A murderous villain, and so still thou art. It is a poison temper'd by himself.-- To help thee curse this poisonous bunch-back'd toad. My brother kill'd no man,--his fault was thought, That I, the son of a dear father murder'd, As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, For now they kill me with a living death. For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- O, this is the poison of deep grief; it springs Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!--