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


Dry sorrow drinks our blood. Adieu, adieu!

 On pain of torture, from those bloody hands With blood remov'd but little from her own? To royalize his blood I spilt mine own. Steep'd in the faultless blood of pretty Rutland;-- For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood That fears a painted devil. If he do bleed, Bloody thou art; bloody will be thy end: Were thicker than itself with brother's blood,-- They bleed on both sides.--How is it, my lord? And dangerous success of bloody wars, O bloody Richard!--miserable England! 
  • Benvolio, who began this bloody fray?
 O earth, which this blood drink'st, revenge his death! Tybalt, liest thou there in thy bloody sheet? I have no more sons of the royal blood Hold it a fashion, and a toy in blood: Thou bloodless remnant of that royal blood! And Juliet bleeding; warm, and newly dead, 
As, stars with trains of fire and dews of blood,
 For like the hectic in my blood he rages, The sleepy grooms with blood. *** GIRLS FUCKING ANIMALS AFTER SCHOOL ***" To bear this tidings to the bloody king:--