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Click on the verses to see them in context. Shakespeare's plays are available from the Gutenberg Projet.

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Immoderately she weeps for Tybalt's death,

 Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- Then weep no more. I'll send to one in Mantua,-- I heard a voice cry, "Sleep no more! Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. 
Madam, my mother, I do cry you mercy;

 Who,--raging with thy tears and they with them,-- It is the cry of women, my good lord. With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes, Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: I for a Clarence weep, so doth not she: Nightly shall be to strew thy grave and weep. 
  • How cheerfully on the false trail they cry!
 Poor soul, thy face is much abus'd with tears. I would these dewy tears were from the ground. If he were dead, you'ld weep for him: if you would not, it Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss. That I have? He would drown the stage with tears To think it should leave crying, and say 'Ay:' Shows itself pure: he weeps for what is done. Cry but 'Ah me!' pronounce but Love and dove; Look, whether he has not turn'd his colour, and has tears in's Those eyes of thine from mine have drawn salt tears, Come weep with me; past hope, past cure, past help! Yet let me weep for such a feeling loss.