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Thou map of woe
that thus dost talk in signs,
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when thy poor heart beats
with outrageous beating,
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thou canst not strike it thus
to make it still.
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Wound it with sighing, girl.
Kill it with groans.
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Or get some little knife
between thy teeth
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and, just against thy heart,
make thou a hole,
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that all the tears
that thy poor eyes let fall
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may run into that sink
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and, soaking in, drown
the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
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Fie, Brother, fie!
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Hmm?
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Teach her not thus
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to lay such violent hands
upon her tender life.
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How now!
Has sorrow made thee dote already?
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Oh, handle not the theme,
to talk of hands,
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lest we remember still
that we have none.
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Come, let's fall to.
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And, gentle girl, eat this.
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Here is no drink.
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Hark, Marcus, what she says.
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I can interpret
all her martyred signs.
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She says she drinks
no other drink but tears.