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 534 MOUTH MURDER MOUTH

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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? Bishop Porteus—Death. L. 154. | seealso = (See also {{sc|Young}})

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = Murder most foul, as in the best it is; But this most foul, strange and unnatural. Hamlet. Act I. Sc. 5. L. 27. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 534 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ. Hamlet. Act II. Sc. 2. L. 622. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 534 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = He 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? Hamlet. Act III. Sc. 3. L. 80. | note = | topic = | page = 534 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = No place, indeed, should murder sanctuarize. Hamlet. Act IV. Sc. 7. L. 128. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 534 }}

{{Hoyt quote | num = | text = 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 Over thy wounds now do I prophesy. Julius Cæsar. Act III. Sc. 1. L. 254. | author = | work = | place = | note = | topic = | page = 534 }}