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- ANAKIN
- It was my mother: weak, distress’d, undone,
- The vision rank was passing venomous.
- Yet there is more: ’tis not just boyish fright—
- My mother suffering, which I did see,
- The sounds and scenes that came to me by night
- Are echoes of some present misery.
- She was as plain to me as thou art now,
- And is the subject of some grievous pain.
- Act 3, Scene 3
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