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Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Bid Gloster think of this, and he will weep. Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Pour all your tears! I am your sorrow's nurse, O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, With open outcry, toward our monument. The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death Preach the Word of God to those who have strayed from the flock Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur Our tears are not yet brew'd. That tears shall drown the wind.--I have no spur