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IN TWELFTH NIGHT

Now the wasted brands do glow;
Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,

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Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,

In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night
That the graves, all gaping wide,

Come away, come away, death,
Every one lets forth his spite,

And in sad cypress let me be laid; In the churchway paths to glide;

Fly away, fly away, breath, And we Fairies, that do run

I am slain by a fair cruel maid. By the triple Hecat's team,

My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, From the presence of the Sun,

O prepare it ; Following darkness like a dream,

My part of death no one so true Now are frolic; not a mouse

Did share it. Shall disturb this hallow'd house:

Not a flower, not a flower sweet I am sent with broom before

On my black coffin let there be strown; To sweep the dust behind the door.

Not a friend, not a friend greet

My poor corpse, where my bones shall be throwt: A thousand thousand sighs to save,

Lay me, O! where

Sad true lover ne'er find my grave,
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To weep there!

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No exorciser harm thee!
Nor no witchcraft charm thee!
Ghost unlaid forbear thee!
Nothing ill come near thee!
From it consommation have,
And renowned be thy grave!

And tune bis merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Coine hither, come hither, come hither ;

Here shall he see

No enemy

But winter and rough weather.

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FROM AS YOU LIKE IT.

Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun ;
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither :

Here shall he see

No enemy
But winter and rough weather

UNDER the green-wood tree Who loves to lie with me,

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