Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you,
Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.


Act I, sc. iii. - 'Tis Pity She's a Whore (1629-33?)


Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.

Brother, even by my mother's dust, I charge you, Do not betray me to your mirth or hate.