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Carcasses bleed at the sight of the murderer.

You also, O son Brutus.

Blood, though it sleep a time, yet never dies. The gods on murtherers fix revengeful eyes.

Mordre wol out, that see we day by day.

Murder may pass unpunish'd for a time, But tardy justice will o'ertake the crime.

Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families.

Absolutism tempered by assassination.

Nor is there any law more just, than that he who has plotted death shall perish by his own plot.

One murder made a villain, Millions a hero.--Princes were privileg'd To kill, and numbers sanctified the crime. Ah! why will kings forget that they are men, And men that they are brethren?

Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a god.

Murder most foul, as in the best it is, But this most foul, strange, and unnatural.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

'A took my father grossly, full of bread, With all his crimes broad blown, as flush as May; And how his audit stands, who knows save heaven?

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.

O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, That I am meek and gentle with these butchers! Thou art the ruins of the noblest man That ever lived in the tide of times. Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!

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.

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.

Erroneous vassals! the great King of Kings Hath in the table of his law commanded That thou shalt do no murder. Will you then Spurn at his edict, and fulfil a man's?

Assassination is the extreme form of censorship.

Killing no murder.