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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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I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she:

 I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. I cry thee mercy then; for I did think O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; 
Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood.

 Our tears are not yet brew'd. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary 
  • I do beweep to many simple gulls;
 With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Weep our sad bosoms empty. Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. The people in the street cry Romeo, Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;