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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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My father Capulet will have it so; To an impatient child that hath new robes, Murder her brothers, and then marry her! What, is my daughter gone to Friar Lawrence? Of what degree soever, with your brother. But in your daughter's womb I bury them: I think it was to see my mother's wedding. My father, in his habit as he liv'd! No, when my father York and Edward wept, My father, in his habit as he liv'd! My mother: father and mother is man and wife; man and wife is Where is my mother?--why, she is within; Will to your mother, to entreat of her Our fatherless distress was left unmoan'd, O, spare my guiltless wife and my poor children!-- From love's weak childish bow she lives unharm'd. And from his mother's closet hath he dragg'd him: What is her mother? He took my father grossly, full of bread; When I received this program I grumbled to Jody about receiving 'junk mail'. Than is his father's, must embrace the fate I will be brief:--your noble son is mad: