I found them winding of Marcello’s corse;
And there is such a solemn melody,
’Tween doleful songs, tears, and sad elegies—
Such as old grandams watching by the dead
Were wont to outwear the nights with—that, believe me,
I had no eyes to guide me forth the room,
They were so o’ercharg’d with water.
Flam. I will see them.
Fran. de’ Med. ’T were much uncharity in you, for your sight
Will add unto their tears.