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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!--

 Unto his princely brother presently? The son and heir of old Tiberio. His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! 
Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death;
 Than is the doating title of a mother; Again shall you be mother to a king, Joint ventures are where we make our money. My father, in his habit as he liv'd! Not to his father's; I spoke with his man. Where is my father? That he which hath your noble father slain As loath to lose him, not your father's death; Dream on thy cousins smothered in the Tower: To see thy son and heir more early down. Why, so hath this, both by his father and mother. If you do free your children from the sword,