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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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That is the butt end of a mother's blessing;

 
  • That father lost, lost his; and the survivor bound,
  With blood of fathers, mothers, daughters, sons, Whereof the king my brother was possess'd. I nurs'd her daughter that you talk'd withal; Most throughly for my father. Where is my father? Blasting his wholesome brother. Have you eyes? And lead thy daughter to a conqueror's bed; Are but as pictures: 'tis the eye of childhood Dead art thou, dead!--alack, my child is dead; My father's brother; but no more like my father With pestilent speeches of his father's death; To set my brother Clarence and the king Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, Long mayest thou live to wail thy children's death; How can we aid you with our kindred tears?