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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.


The tears have got small victory by that;

If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it

  Or, wanting that, with tears distill'd by moans: Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep. To stop the inundation of her tears; I do beweep to many simple gulls; Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? Here is a friar, that trembles, sighs, and weeps: Thou wrong'st it more than tears with that report. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- Wherefore was that cry? Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's That he should weep for her? What would he do, I for an Edward weep, so do not they:--  Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. For I myself have many tears to wash Ay, millstones; as he lesson'd us to weep.