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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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May sweep to my revenge.

 Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?  
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,--
 Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, For I myself have many tears to wash