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Blubbering and weeping, weeping and blubbering.-- So dear I lov'd the man that I must weep. It weeps, it bleeds; and each new day a gash Do ebb and flow with tears; the bark thy body is, And bid her wipe her weeping eyes withal. The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Cry mercy, lords and watchful gentlemen, With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, For Venus smiles not in a house of tears. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, O, she says nothing, sir, but weeps and weeps; The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Which you weep for. Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. Well, girl, thou weep'st not so much for his death What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: