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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 Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; Soft! take me with you, take me with you, wife. In all which time you and your husband Grey Wife to thy Edward, to thy slaughter'd son, With thy embracements to my wife's allies, Hold, take my sword.--There's husbandry in heaven; Alas, my liege, my wife is dead to-night; Wife, children, servants, all That Anne, my wife, is very grievous sick; You are the Queen, your husband's brother's wife, I did not kill your husband. When I, thy three-hours' wife, have mangled it?-- Which issued from my other angel husband, Look Here My daughter he hath wedded: I will die. Thou kill'dst my husband Henry in the Tower, So say we too, but not by Edward's wife; In mincing with his sword her husband's limbs, That may be, sir, when I may be a wife. O Harry's wife, triumph not in my woes! neighbour's wife, but it detects him: 'tis a blushing shame-