Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet..And Edward, my poor son, at Tewksbury. And hast the comfort of thy children left; But the true ground of all these piteous woes Come, come, you answer with an idle tongue. The broken rancour of your high-swoln hearts, To-morrow is Saint Valentine's day Tut, man, one fire burns out another's burning, Unless it be while some tormenting dream Thou mayst prove false; at lovers' perjuries, How to forget that learning; but, sir, now Young son, it argues a distemper'd head Whither, if it please you, we may now withdraw us. Who is to be buried in't? If it be so,--as so 'tis put on me, Just in her case! And by opposing end them?--To die,--to sleep,-- That should applaud again.--Pull't off, I say.-- Lies now even in the centre of this isle, O, sweet my mother, cast me not away!
|It is, my lord.|