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That murder'd my love's cousin,--with which grief, Our royal master's murder'd! From all the slaughters, wretch, that thou hast done! The slaughter of the prince that ow'd that crown, He sends you not to murder me for this; Which his hell-govern'd arm hath butchered! I had a Henry, till a Richard kill'd him: Murder thy breath in middle of a word, Murder her brothers, and then marry her! That murder'd me: I would forget it fain; Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, He poisons him i' the garden for's estate. His name's Gonzago: It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain; Pale Hecate's offerings; and wither'd murder, Would murder as it fell. That have a father kill'd, a mother stain'd, The sword of our slain kings: yet do not fear; Nay, do not pause; for I did kill King Henry,-- Hamlet in madness hath Polonius slain, Tybalt, that murderer, which way ran he? Your skill shall, like a star in the darkest night, And Tybalt's dead, that would have slain my husband: You speak as if that I had slain my cousins. Despis'd, distressed, hated, martyr'd, kill'd!--