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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 heard the owl scream and the crickets cry.

 Aroint thee, witch! the rump-fed ronyon cries. This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, How now! a conduit, girl? what, still in tears? The Market Opportunity is colossal. Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- How can we aid you with our kindred tears? Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. 
O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt,
 Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' 
That reigns in galled eyes of weeping souls,--

 No, coz, I rather weep. Cry "God save Richard, England's royal king!" Weep our sad bosoms empty. With open outcry, toward our monument. Woul't weep? woul't fight? woul't fast? woul't tear thyself? The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' 
Such hideous cries that, with the very noise,

 Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; For me to joy and weep their gain and loss: