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• Those about her From her shall read the perfect ways of honour.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), King Henry VIII -- Act v, Sc. 5...
• I will speak daggers to her, but use none. -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iii, Sc.
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• Lay her i' the earth: And from her fair and unpolluted flesh May violets spring!
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Hyperion to a satyr; so loving to my mother, That he might not beteem the winds of heaven Visit her face too roughly.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc. 2...
• One that was a woman, sir; but, rest her soul, she 's dead.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act v, Sc. 1...
• Nature her custom holds, Let shame say what it will.
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act iv, Sc. 7...
• What 's Hecuba to him, or he to Hecuba, That he should weep for her?
  -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act ii, Sc. 2...
• O Hamlet, what a falling-off was there! -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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• And duller shouldst thou be than the fat weed That roots itself -- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet -- Act i, Sc.
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