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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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As it behooves my daughter and your honour. Not that I think you did not love your father; No son of mine succeeding. If't be so, The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; For thee to slaughter: for my daughters, Richard,-- 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: So by his father lost: and this, I take it, Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause That I am guiltless of your father's death, And only in that safety died her brothers. Did to thy father, steep'd in Rutland's blood,-- But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, I saw her laid low in her kindred's vault, In my voluptuousness: your wives, your daughters, I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Now, mother, what's the matter? The weird sisters, hand in hand, Of your dear father's death, is't writ in your revenge
Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites, Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: As thus, 'I know his father and his friends,