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Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;