1 That is because the traitor murderer lives.
2 If they do see thee, they will murder thee.
3 Mercy but murders, pardoning those that kill.
4 Search, seek, and know how this foul murder comes.
5 Calling death banished, Thou cutt'st my head off with a golden axe, And smilest upon the stroke that murders me.
6 As if that name, Shot from the deadly level of a gun, Did murder her, as that name's cursed hand Murder'd her kinsman.
7 I am the greatest, able to do least, Yet most suspected, as the time and place Doth make against me, of this direful murder.
8 There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
9 Wert thou as young as I, Juliet thy love, An hour but married, Tybalt murdered, Doting like me, and like me banished, Then mightst thou speak, then mightst thou tear thy hair, And fall upon the ground as I do now, Taking the measure of an unmade grave.