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...woe Into, hey ! nanny, nonny. [In "Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet...

...sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath; I am...cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflmver sweet, On my...

...Voices.— S. WEBBE, Jun. (Alto, 2 Tenors, and Bass.) COME away, come away, death! And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ! I am...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet...

...tells of the innocence of love in the old times." SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in gad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am...cruel maid My shroud of white stuck all with yew, О prepare It, My part of death no one so true did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my...

...pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress* let me be laid; Ply away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; J\.ot a friend, not a friend...

...Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath9; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet...

...sir ? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee sing. [Music, Clown sinys. Come away, come away, death, And in sad сyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am...My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet...

...love any but that dame who, in all likelihood, had just bidden him an eternal farewell. CHAPTER VH. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death no one so true Did share it. Twelfth Night. ABOUT ten days after the date of the preceding chapter of this history, as the brig...