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Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- - The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength
Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; No, coz, I rather weep. Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. How can we aid you with our kindred tears? choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries?