No, Do Not Love Me, It Is

And I Will Make Thee Beds Of Roses, And A Thousand Fragrant Posies.

Farewell, My Children, Forever. I Go To Your Father.

I Have Come, Sire, To Complain Of One Of Your Subjects Who Has Been So Audacious As To Kick Me In The Belly.

One's Enjoyment Is Doubled When One Can Share It With A Friend - And Where Can One Find A More Affectionate, A More Intimate Friend Than In One's Own Family?

I Have Just Been Condemned, Not To A Shameful Death, Which Can Only Apply To Felons, But Rather To Finding Your Brother Again...i Seek Forgiveness For All Whom I Know For Every Harm I May Have Unwittingly Caused Them...adieu, Good, Gentle Sister...i Embrace You With All My Heart As Well As The Poor, Dear Children.