Methought the souls of all that I had murder'd
Came to my tent, and every one did threat . . .
SHAKESPEARE, Richard III.
The time hath 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.
SHAKESPEARE, Macbeth.
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