Why, 't is, no matter, man: if they did hear,
They would not mark me, or if they did mark,
They would not pity me, yet plead I must,
And boutless unto them.
Therefore I tell my sorrows to the stones,
Who, though they cannot answer my distress,
Yet in some'sort they are better than the tribunes,
For that they will not intercept my taie.
When I do weep, they, humbly at my feet,
Receive my tears, and seem to weep with me;