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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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I cry you mercy:

 
  • To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:'
 May sweep to my revenge. Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, Weep our sad bosoms empty. Yet nature's tears are reason's merriment. Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Whips out his rapier, cries 'A rat, a rat!' To overgo thy woes and drown thy cries? Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. May sweep to my revenge.  Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; The tears have got small victory by that; Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot We cannot without circumstance descry. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!"