Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Du. Do vse to chaunt it: it is silly sooth,
Du. And dallies with the innocence of loue,
Du. Like the old age.
Clo. Clo.
Clo. Are you ready Sir?
Duke. Duke.
Duke. I prethee sing.
Duke. Musicke.
Duke. The Song.
Duke. Come away, come away death,
Duke. And in sad cypresse let me be laide.
Duke. Fye away, fie away breath,
Duke. I am slaine by a faire cruell maide:
Duke. My shrowd of white, stuck all with Ew, O prepare it.
Duke. My part of death no one so true did share it.
Duke. Not a flower, not a flower sweete
Duke. On my blacke coffin, let there be strewne:
Duke. Not a friend, not a friend greet
Duke. My poore corpes, where my bones shall be throwne:
Duke. A thousand thousand sighes to saue, lay me ô where