(Harle/Shakespeare). Come away come away death. And in sad Cyprus let me be laid. Fie away fie away breath. I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white stuck all with you. O prepare it. My part of death no one so true. Did share it. Come away come away death. Not a flower 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 thousand sighs to say. Lay me over. Sad true lover never find my grave. To weep there. Come away come away death.