_Xer._ And with thy fingers tear
Thy bosom's folded robe.
_Chor._ Oh, misery! oh, misery! 1040
_Xer._ Yea, tear thy hair in wailing for our host.
_Chor._ Yea, with clenched hands, I say, with clenchèd hands,
In very piteous guise.
_Xer._ Be thine eyes wet with tears.
_Chor._ Behold the tears stream down.