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


Drown desperate sorrow in dead Edward's grave,

 Using those thoughts which should indeed have died Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Why I descend into this bed of death That unsubstantial death is amorous; And lead you even to death: meantime forbear, Think on the Tower and me: despair, and die,-- And drop into the rotten mouth of death. Ah, well-a-day! he's dead, he's dead, he's dead! Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Inter their bodies as becomes their births: Sirrah, your father's dead; And make me die the thrall of Margaret's curse, One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she's dead. Yes,--that the king is dead. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Wert thou not banished on pain of death? All is but toys: renown and grace is dead; That thou, dead corse, again in complete steel, Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, That I am guiltless of your father's death, 
Methought their souls whose bodies Richard murder'd

  • That are but mutes or audience to this act,
 It is legal.