[60] Thine being but a moiety of my grief,
[♦] To overgo thy plaints and drown thy cries!
[♦] Boy. Good aunt, you wept not for our father’s death,
[♦] How can we aid you with our kindred tears?
[♦] Girl. Our fatherless distress was left unmoan’d;
[65] Your widow-dolour likewise be unwept!
Q. Eliz. Give me no help in lamentation;
[♦] I am not barren to bring forth complaints:
[♦] All springs reduce their currents to mine eyes,
[♦] That I, being govern’d by the watery moon,