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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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Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot

 Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote 
Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;
 There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. 
Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's
 Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: The tears have got small victory by that; For I myself have many tears to wash Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' I do beweep to many simple gulls; No, coz, I rather weep. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength  Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. The norm is 10% interest compounded annually on unpaid Money Judgments. choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: No, coz, I rather weep.