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Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, But in battalions! First, her father slain: That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love! My thought, whose murder yet is but fantastical, That never dreamt on aught but butcheries: The hood goes up and down, the lights flash and the horn beeps as it races along. Beguil'd, divorced, wronged, spited, slain! That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. - O thou well skill'd in curses, stay awhile,
To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice Murder thy breath in middle of a word, As that the villain lives which slaughter'd him. | Romeo that kill'd him, he is banished. |
Thy murderous falchion smoking in his blood; To bear a poison, I would temper it, But look'd not on the poison of their hearts: Were, on the quarry of these murder'd deer,