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The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly read more
The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
No place indeed should murder sanctuarize;
Revenge should have no bounds.
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had read more
People think we had a love-hate relationship. Well, I did not love him, nor did I hate him. We had mutual respect for each other, even as we both planned each other's murder.
One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
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One to destroy is murder by the law,
And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe;
To murder thousands takes a specious name,
War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies.
The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.
Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
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Blood hath been shed ere now, i' th' olden time,
Ere humane stature purged the gentle weal;
Ay, and since too, murders have been performed
Too terrible for the ear. The time has been
That, when the brains were out, the man would die,
And there an end. But now they rise again,
With twenty mortal murders on their crowns,
And push us from our stools. This is more strange
Than such a murder is.
Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
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Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood
Clean from my hand? No, this my hand will rather
The multitudinous seas incarnadine,
Making the green one red.
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
Remorse for what? You people have done everything in the world to me. Doesn't that give me equal right?
