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That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: Murder thy breath in middle of a word, There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, - And in this brainish apprehension, kills
- Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he?
There is thy gold; worse poison to men's souls, I did not kill your husband. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!-- Till the foul crimes done in my days of nature Commends the ingredients of our poison'd chalice To their vile murders: roasted in wrath and fire, Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! Then bid me kill myself, and I will do it. A bloody tyrant and a homicide; Transports his poison'd shot,--may miss our name, Murder'd her kinsman.--O, tell me, friar, tell me, Welcome, destruction, blood, and massacre! No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize; Never hung poison on a fouler toad. Of these supposed crimes to give me leave,
From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,