...laid. Fie away, fie 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...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. 60 Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand...

...be laid. Fly away, fly away, breath; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck 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. • "Come unto these yellow sands" from...

...shroud of white, stuck all with yew O! prepare it; My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 60 Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black coffin...greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown; 65 A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me O! where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there....

...with yew4, 0, prepare it! Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn5. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where...thousand sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover never find my grave To weep there. Why do you think Feste's love song for the Duke was a sad song?...

...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...not a flower sweet, On my black coffin let there be thrown;2 Not a friend, not a friend greet, My poor corpse, when my bones shall be strown:3 A thousand,...

...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 lover never find my grave, To weep there! (II.iv.52-67) This is not the folk song...

...laid. Fie away, fie 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...not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strewn. Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand...

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

...shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin...shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, 70 Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, ORSINO, *"giving money"^ There's for thy pains....

...laid. Fie away, fie 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...not a flower sweet on my black coffin, let there be strewn: Not a friend, not a friend greet my poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown: A thousand...