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Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's O heat, dry up my brains! tears seven times salt, And cry "O Clarence, my unhappy son!" | They shall be praying nuns, not weeping queens; |
Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, She for an Edward weeps, and so do I: Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. Which you weep for. With tears augmenting the fresh morning's dew, Wash they his wounds with tears: mine shall be spent, Like Niobe, all tears;--why she, even she,-- This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, Weeping and wailing over Tybalt's corse: Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: There on the ground, with his own tears made drunk. Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy; I heard the owl scream and the crickets cry. My fate cries out, Harpier cries:--"tis time, 'tis time. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:--