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


For false forswearing, and for murder too:

 Never to rise again: thy mother's poison'd: I had a Rutland too, thou holp'st to kill him. 
You sleep in peace, the tyrant being slain;
 If I thought that, I tell thee, homicide, That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; So crimeful and so capital in nature, Alack the day!--he's gone, he's kill'd, he's dead! Treason has done his worst: nor steel, nor poison, Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, 
  • Nay, he is dead; and slain by Edward's hand.
 What! I that kill'd her husband and his father, If they do see thee, they will murder thee. Yet thou didst kill my children. Thy Edward he is dead, that kill'd my Edward; Fell slaughter on their souls: heaven rest them now! As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house. Come, cordial and not poison, go with me He has kill'd me, mother: Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, Whose unavoided eye is murderous. Be heap'd like mine, and that thy skill be more An if a man did need a poison now, Killing that love which thou hast vow'd to cherish; As loth to bear me to the slaughter-house.