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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.
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And damn'd be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!" E-mail advertising works! O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. | They bear the mandate; they must sweep my way |
May sweep to my revenge. With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Ah, who shall hinder me to wail and weep, I cry you mercy: It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, These babes for Clarence weep, and so do I; New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Fill'd it with cursing cries and deep exclaims. | Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, |
My fate cries out, And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd;