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 1 12|  beautiful queen, and you will weep for me?" ~"Oh, my God, my
 2 22|    queen, whether she smile or weep, everybody expatiated on
 3 26|        qui pleurez!" ~"You who weep for pleasures fled, While
 4 26|        tears are shed, You who weep!" ~d'Artagnan and the curate
 5 36|          Such women as I never weep," said Milady. ~"So much
 6 48|  monsieur!" ~Planchet began to weep. We will not venture to
 7 63|        Friend, be a man! Women weep for the dead; men avenge
 8 63|     Athos, and sobbed aloud. ~"Weep," said Athos, "weep, heart
 9 63|   aloud. ~"Weep," said Athos, "weep, heart full of love, youth,
10 63|      life! Alas, would I could weep like you!" ~And he drew
11 63| Artagnan needs to be alone, to weep and to sleep. I take charge
12 66|        me. I pardon you, and I weep for you. Die in peace!" ~"