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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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Farewell, dear father.

 With which she followed my poor father's body Let not thy mother lose her prayers, Hamlet: I think it was to see my mother's wedding. I dreamt last night of the three weird sisters: If I introduce even a few people to my supplier so to speak.  Good morrow, father! Welcome, my lord: what, will our mother come? And in the vapour of my glory smother'd. For joyful mother, one that wails the name; If you do free your children from the sword, Your lady mother is coming to your chamber: as your daughter may conceive:--friend, look to't. 'A was a merry man,--took up the child: Ah for our father, for our dear Lord Clarence! But for the sunset of my brother's son For Edward, for my brother, for his sake: The son and heir of old Tiberio. Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother? To part the queen's proud kindred from the Prince. Sister, have comfort: all of us have cause No, when my father York and Edward wept, I have a daughter,--have whilst she is mine,-- Is to become her husband and her father: To press before thy father to a grave?