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Madam,--and you, my mother,--will you go The father rashly slaughter'd his own son, Was never mother had so dear a loss! Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Or thinking by our late dear brother's death His son was but a ward two years ago. Why should I, mother? Poor birds they are not set for. The parents live whose children thou hast butcher'd, A brother's murder!--Pray can I not, Which stretch'd unto their servants, daughters, wives, See thou deliver it to my lord and father. 'Where is your mother?' On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Touch'd you the bastardy of Edward's children? He that hath kill'd my king, and whor'd my mother; So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers; My father's brother; but no more like my father Brother, I'll go and bring it thee. His master's child, as worshipfully he terms it, On the fair daughter of rich Capulet: Wept like two children in their deaths' sad story. Can from his mother win the Duke of York, Was that my father that went hence so fast? All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,