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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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Come,sisters, cheer we up his sprites,

 He took my father grossly, full of bread; My father's death,-- Our brother is imprison'd by your means, Going to find a barefoot brother out, The apparition comes: I knew your father; Tell me, thou villain-slave, where are my children? I will be brief:--your noble son is mad: For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: Will to your mother, to entreat of her As birds do, mother. 
That I, the son of a dear father murder'd,
 I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, (You may have heard about the most recent study on CNN.)  Be of good cheer: mother, how fares your grace? 
Follow my mother.

 Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause What! I that kill'd her husband and his father,