...love, / Like the old age': Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud...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...

...Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. rFfy"1 away, ^fly* away, breath, 60 / am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend...

...Death J j. Come a-way, come a - way death, and in sad cy - press let me be laid. Fie a-way, fie a - way breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid: My shroud of white, stuck Come away, come away death, and in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away breath, I am slain...

...this song. It is silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times.' SONG Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let...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...

...thickly laid on, is poles apart from the real depression underlying the light irony of O mistress mine. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...it! My part of death no one so true Did share it. And so on. 'Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there!' As Feste pockets up...

...'"FOOL"' Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. ~\ away, ^fly' away, breath, 60 / am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...it! My part of death, no one so true Did share it. 65 Not a flower, not a flower sweet On my black coffin let there be strown; Not a friend, not a friend...

...last night. FESTE! Are you ready, sir? DUKE: Yes. Please sing. FESTE (singing along to the music): Come away, come away, death. And in sad cypress let...cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, Oh, prepare it! DUKE (giving him money): For your pains. FESTE: No pains, sir. I take pleasure in singing....

...away, death," is sung by the clown Feste in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, act 2, scene 4, and begins, Come away, come away death, And in sad cypress let...fly away breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid. "Let me not to the marriage of true minds" is one of Shakespeare's most famous sonnets, Number 116....

...it into a love song: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid. Fie away, fie away, breath, I am slain by a fair cruel maid; My...it. My part of death no one so true Did share it. Identifying with the singers of the song, Orsino imagines himself "slain by a fair cruel maid" and...

...adjectives. This same principle needs to be used when "telegramming" our musical texts. For example: Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let...fly away, breath, I am slain by a fair, cruel maid. (William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night, act 2, scene 4) In telegramming this text by Shakespeare, we would...