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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

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Of a despised life, clos'd in my breast,

 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, That living mortals, hearing them, run mad;-- Unto young Hamlet; for, upon my life, 
  • And leave him all; life, living, all is death's.
 The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Thine own life's means!--Then 'tis most like, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, Who shall reward you better for my life The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, For now they kill me with a living death. And sure I am two men there are not living Upon my life, my lord, I'll undertake it;