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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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I thought my mother and my brother York

 The children live whose fathers thou hast slaughter'd, Deny thy father and refuse thy name;  'One fair daughter, and no more, But one, poor one, one poor and loving child, His son is thirty. Good father, I beseech you on my knees, A sister driven into desperate terms,-- Well, well, thou hast a careful father, child; Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? I am his brother, and I love him well. Thy father, or thy mother, nay, or both, No experience is required And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. There wanteth now our brother Gloster here, 
Ravish our daughters?--Hark! I hear their drum.
 I will confess she was not Edward's daughter. Laertes, was your father dear to you? He took my father grossly, full of bread; Make war upon themselves; brother to brother, He took my father grossly, full of bread; What! I that kill'd her husband and his father,