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Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, Why, let the strucken deer go weep, Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary My fate cries out, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" And Tybalt calls; and then on Romeo cries, And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- It is the cry of women, my good lord. Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: To cry, "Hold, hold!" And that dear saint which then I weeping follow'd; May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Edward and York. Then haply will she weep: I cry you mercy: May send forth plenteous tears to drown the world! To stop the inundation of her tears;