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Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- That, sweepstake, you will draw both friend and foe, Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. It is the cry of women, my good lord. With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Weep our sad bosoms empty. May sweep to my revenge. Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: - Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears
Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's With open outcry, toward our monument. Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death, So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep.