To blame or not to blame my daughter: that is the question.
Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ears; I come to blame my daughter, not to praise her.
Be great in act, as you have been in thought or blame your daughter.
The fault, dear Brutus, lies not within the stars, but with my daughter.
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