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 Lay down your dead till I behold their blood If it be mine indeed, and I will weep.

Weep if thou wilt, for these men shall no more.

O brethren, O my father’s sons, of me Well loved and well reputed, I should weep Tears dearer than the dear blood drawn from you But that I know you not uncomforted, Sleeping no shameful sleep, however slain, For my son surely hath avenged you dead.

Nay, should thine own seed slay himself, O queen?

Thy double word brings forth a double death.

Know this then singly, by one hand they fell.

What mutterest thou with thine ambiguous mouth?