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How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. Such hideous cries that, with the very noise, No, coz, I rather weep. Tears in his eyes, distraction in's aspect, Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Dry up your tears, and stick your rosemary Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot And therefore I forbid my tears: but yet I would these dewy tears were from the ground. Throng to the bar, crying all Guilty! guilty! Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote What, wilt thou wash him from his grave with tears? The tears have got small victory by that; New widows howl; new orphans cry; new sorrows Cries cuckold to my father; brands the harlot Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it No, coz, I rather weep. And make poor England weep in streams of blood!