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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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But for the sunset of my brother's son

 That stir the king against the duke my brother. Of what degree soever, with your brother. Is to become her husband and her father: one flesh; and so, my mother.--Come, for England! 
My son George Stanley is frank'd up in hold:
 Going to find a barefoot brother out, My daughter's mother thinks it with her soul. Holy King Henry, and thy fair son Edward, They are as children but one step below, That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul: If that our noble father were alive? No, when my father York and Edward wept, Infer the bastardy of Edward's children: Good grandam, tell us, is our father dead? I mean that with my soul I love thy daughter, My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother,