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Your eyes drop millstones when fools' eyes fall tears: Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: That he should weep for her? What would he do, So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it It is the cry of women, my good lord. Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, Thy beauty hath, and made them blind with weeping. They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' That he should weep for her? What would he do, No more salty or bitter taste. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, - Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment.
It is the cry of women, my good lord. Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps;