...fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it; My part of death no one so true Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, \\ here my bones shall be thrown, A thousand thousand sighs to save; Lay me, O ! where True lover never...

...And in sad cypress let me be laid ; , Fly away, fly away, breath, My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it ; My part of death no one so true...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there ! SONG. [From the " Two Gentlemen of Verona."]...

...yea, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower swetf, On my black coffin let there be strown ; Not a friend,...save, • ' Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing,...

...; Fly away, fly away, breath ; 1 am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing,...

...all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not aflower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not...me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er jind my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. C/o. No pains, sir; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke....

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...pr'ythee, sing. [Music. SONG. Clo. Come amay, come away, death, And in sad cyprus let me be laid ; O, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did...My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown : A t/iousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, K-here Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there....

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...laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My »hroud of white stuck all with yew, O prepare it, My part of death no one so true...thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover never find my grave, to weep there. Viola did not fail to mark the words of...

...white, stuck all with yew, O prepare it , My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a Bower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O! where , Sad true lover ne'er 6nd my grave, To weep there [ SONG. FROM THE TWO GENTLEMEN OF VXRONA...