Alas, my liege, my wife is dead tonight.
Grief of my son's exile hath stopped her breath. 5.3.210
"fair Verona", Prologue, 2
"Sovereign" 5.3.194
"My liege" 5.3.209
"Some shall be pardon'd, and some punished." 5.3.307
"See what a scourge is laid upon your hate, That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love." 5.3.291-292