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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

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This letter he early bid me give his father;

 Our son shall win. And here receive we from our father Stanley Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Was never mother had so dear a loss! Your children were vexation to your youth; Lost by his father, with all bonds of law, The kindred of the queen, must die at Pomfret. 
My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is

 Thou knowest my daughter's of a pretty age. No son of mine succeeding. If't be so, Yet thou didst kill my children. Meet us - we want to get together as soon as possible.  Thou slander of thy heavy mother's womb! Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. 
  • I lov'd Ophelia; forty thousand brothers
 Be to thy person, noble father-in-law! When Dighton thus told on:--"We smothered She speaks much of her father; says she hears