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I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- choose but weep, to think they would lay him i' the cold ground. That he should weep for her? What would he do, Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. - Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty!
What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: