O, how this villainy
Let fools do good, and fair men call for grace:
O, here I lift this one hand up to heaven.html">heaven,
If any power pities wretched tears.html">tears,
Do, then, dear heart; for heaven shall hear our prayers;
And stain the sun with fog, as sometime clouds
O brother, speak with possibilities,
Is not my sorrow deep, having no bottom?
But yet let reason.html">reason govern thy lament.
TITUS.
Then into limits could I bind my woes:
If the winds rage, doth not the sea wax mad,
And wilt thou have a reason for this coil?
She is the weeping welkin, I the earth.html">earth:
Then must my earth with her continual tears
For why my bowels cannot hide her.
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