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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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Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth,

 Weep our sad bosoms empty. Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: How can we aid you with our kindred tears? 
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,

 Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Weep our sad bosoms empty. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, That I have? He would drown the stage with tears These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Our tears are not yet brew'd. They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; The liquid drops of tears that you have shed With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight,