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And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' It is the cry of women, my good lord. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' Wherefore was that cry? If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, For I myself have many tears to wash Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash That I have? He would drown the stage with tears Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring;