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Cliquer sur les vers pour les voir dans leur contexte. Les pièces de Shakespeare sont disponibles auprès du Projet Gutenberg.

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It is the cry of women, my good lord.

 Which you weep for. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, And twenty times made pause, to sob and weep, How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses,  Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, With barefac'd power sweep him from my sight, 
Edward and York. Then haply will she weep:

 And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- We cannot without circumstance descry. And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. 
Which you weep for.
 To cry, "Hold, hold!" Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Why do you weep so oft, and beat your breast,