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...nonny. [In "Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid....flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand,...

...love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coifin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall...

...(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 slain by a fair cruel maid....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand,...

...Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid My shroud of white stuck all with yew, О prepare It, My part of death no one so true did share...flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be etrown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand...

...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 maid....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; J\.ot a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand...

...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,...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand...

...away, fly away, breath9; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0 ! prepare it : My part of death no one so true Did share...flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones sliatt be thrown: A thousand...

...sing. [Music, Clown sinys. Come away, come away, death, And in sad сyprus let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid....flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A thousand...

...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...