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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother;

 To win your daughter. He is within, with two right reverend fathers, one flesh; and so, my mother.--Come, for England! (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters: Bishop of Exeter, his elder brother, This is my daughter's jointure, for no more Woe to that land that's govern'd by a child! Have I a tongue to doom my brother's death, Alas, I am the mother of these griefs! 
And hurt my brother.
 Bade me rely on him as on my father, 
Was my father a traitor, mother?
 My father,--methinks I see my father. Where is my father? The loss you have is but a son being king, My princely father, then had wars in France 
  • There's but one down: the son is fled.
 Do you not come your tardy son to chide, O me, O me!--my child, my only life! How can we aid you with our kindred tears? (And betimes I will) to the weird sisters: As the indifferent children of the earth. 
But for my brother not a man would speak,--
 Because, my lord, you know my mother lives.