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...away, fly away, breath : I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shrmtd of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it; My part of death no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my hlack coffin let there be strown;" &c. &c. And here the reader must be again reminded that in whatever...

...away, fly away, breath; 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...thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains, sir ; I take...

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...so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower suieet, On my black^ coffin let there be stroicn ; Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,...

...white as driven snow, Cgpress black as e'er was crow." In My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. DUKE. There 's for thy pains. CLO. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure...

...; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I 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...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O ! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,...

...laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I 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...thrown: A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true-love never find my grave, To weep there. Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,...