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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

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Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death

 To cry, "Hold, hold!" Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur