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And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death All this is comfort; wherefore weep I, then? With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,-- Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Will want true colour; tears perchance for blood. Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! And make poor England weep in streams of blood! Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.--
Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! How can we aid you with our kindred tears?