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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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And she, there dead, that Romeo's faithful wife: With mirth in funeral, and with dirge in marriage, And borrowing dulls the edge of husbandry. Come, cords; come, nurse; I'll to my wedding-bed; O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- Get Free Cable TV Pay-Per-Views for only $45 now! Wife, go you to her ere you go to bed; Call this a lightning?--O my love! my wife! Hold, take my sword.--There's husbandry in heaven; The king, that calls your beauteous daughter wife, Happily met, my lady and my wife! Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables. My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; He that bereft thee, lady, of thy husband, That villain cousin would have kill'd my husband: My fingers itch.--Wife, we scarce thought us bles'd Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, And, Rivers, so were you: was not your husband - My husband is on earth, my faith in heaven;
No, why?--When he that is my husband now Yet, Stanley, notwithstanding she's your wife, Ere he that should be husband comes to woo. The hearing of my wife with your approach; His daughter meanly have I match'd in marriage;