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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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Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.

 choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Change your life forever! For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. I cry you mercy: Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur The liquid drops of tears that you have shed Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" That he should weep for her? What would he do, 
Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.

 With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew,  Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast, It is the cry of women, my good lord. Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot 
And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep,

 I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Our tears are not yet brew'd. I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.