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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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O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- Click Here to Apply Online Ay, I thank God, my father, and yourself. I will be brief:--your noble son is mad: Had not been broken, nor my brother slain: You say that Edward is your brother's son: Wife, children, servants, all All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude, And by that loss your daughter is made queen. How that the guilty kindred of the queen Unhappy fortune! by my brotherhood, So by his father lost: and this, I take it, Off with his son George's head! O, in this love, you love your child so ill Of comfort, kingdom, kindred, freedom, life. My damned son, that thy two sweet sons smother'd. Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- Marry, my child, early next Thursday morn
Like a good child and a true gentleman. Thou still hast been the father of good news. [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? But, you must know, your father lost a father;