...dalUes with the — ] Plays or trifles. ? — the old age.] The ages past, times of simplicity. SONG. CLO. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress.... . 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...

...Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough. SONG. [In " Twelfth Night."] COME away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...it ; 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...

...use to chant it ; it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of k>v« Like the old age. Song. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...it; 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...

...use to chauut it: it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...it; 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 strewn; Not a friend, not a friend...

...use to chant it : it is silly sooth, And dallies with the innocence of love, Like the old age. SONG. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...it , 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 strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend...

...innocence of love, J <ikc the old age. Clo-cn. Are you ready, sir ? Duke. Ay ; pr'ythec, sing. SONG. C&nrn. ; her hands were also cold; Those hands he chaf 'd,...to revive in their most perfect mould Their wonte Not a flower, rot a flower iweet, On my black coffin let there be strewn ; Not a friend, not a friend...

...innocence of love, Like the old age. 9 Clo. Are you ready, sir? Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Musick. SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress^...it,• My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not ajlower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend...

...innocence of love, Like the old age. Duke. Ay; pr'ythee, sing. [Mustek. Clo. Are you ready, sir ? SONG. Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress...it; 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...

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