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This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, To stop the inundation of her tears; Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. It is the cry of women, my good lord. And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, We cannot without circumstance descry. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- - Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.
And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- The tears have got small victory by that; Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' To stop the inundation of her tears;