QUESTION
O why into the world is sorrow sent?
ANSWER
Men afflicted best repent.
QUESTION
What dost thou feed on?
ANSWER
Broken sleep.
QUESTION
What takest thou take pleasure in?
ANSWER
To weep,
To sigh, to sob, to pine, to groan,
To wring my hands, to sit alone.
QUESTION
Oh when, oh when, shall sorrow quiet have?
ANSWER
Never, never, never, never,
Never till she finds a grave.
Enter Cornego.
CORNEGO No lesson Madam but Lacrymae's? <3> If you had buried nine husbands, so much water as you might squeeze out of an onion had been tears enough to cast away upon fellows that cannot thank you. Come, be jovial.