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Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, Evermore weeping for your cousin's death? Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, - Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;
How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. - Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears.
- Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. Back, foolish tears, back to your native spring; Evermore weeping for your cousin's death?