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ShakeSpam
Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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And,--would it were not so!--you are my mother. Between the Duke of Gloster and your brothers, On one of those sheets of paper, write the NUMBER & the NAME of the report you are ordering, YOUR E-MAIL ADDRESS and your name and postal address. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, I am thy father's spirit; Than is his father's, must embrace the fate [Within.] Ho, daughter! are you up? But for the sunset of my brother's son This letter he early bid me give his father; And I'll salute your grace of York as mother And will this brother's wager frankly play.--
That he which hath your noble father slain Because, my lord, you know my mother lives. And not these bastard Britagnes, whom our fathers And will this brother's wager frankly play.-- The earth, that's nature's mother, is her tomb; Murder her brothers, and then marry her!