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Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Our tears are not yet brew'd. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: No, coz, I rather weep. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. For I myself have many tears to wash Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Weep our sad bosoms empty. Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen,