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| I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. |
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. Cry to be heard, as 'twere from heaven to earth, With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, You live that shall cry woe for this hereafter. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- I cannot choose but ever weep the friend. What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? The cry is still, "They come:" our castle's strength - Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary
The tears have got small victory by that; What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? Swits and spurs, swits and spurs; or I'll cry a match. With open outcry, toward our monument. How can we aid you with our kindred tears?