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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 hurt my brother. With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, | From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. |
With Rosaline, my ghostly father? no; Your children were vexation to your youth; A sister driven into desperate terms,-- Therefore our sometime sister, now our queen, Of my child's love: I think she will be rul'd Currency Trading Made Simple! A care-craz'd mother to a many sons, Laertes, was your father dear to you? His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, How doth my lady? Is my father well? Younger than she are happy mothers made.