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And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears Maintains such falsehood, then turn tears to fires; Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; O, I cry you mercy; you are the singer: I will say for you. The pretty wretch left crying, and said 'Ay:' This quarry cries on havoc.--O proud death, They cry 'Choose we! Laertes shall be king!' That I have? He would drown the stage with tears How cheerfully on the false trail they cry! And make poor England weep in streams of blood! And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- I would these dewy tears were from the ground. I for an Edward weep, so do not they:-- Nor tears nor prayers shall purchase out abuses, The liquid drops of tears that you have shed And wet his grave with my repentant tears,-- Art thou a man? thy form cries out thou art; Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide; Which you weep for. Such hideous cries that, with the very noise,