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Come away, come away, Mcb. III. v.
Come away, come away, death, TN. II. iv.
Come, thou monarch of the vine, A&C. II. vii.
Come unto these yellow sands, Tmp. I. ii.
Do me right, 2H4. V. iii.
Do nothing but eat, and make good cheer, 2H4. V. iii.
Farewell, master; farewell, farewell! Tmp. II. iii.
Fear no more the heat o' the sun, Cym. IV. ii.
Fie on sinful fantasy! MWW. V. v.
Fill the cup, and let it come; 2H4. V. iii.
Flout 'em and scout 'em. Tmp. III. ii.
Fools had ne'er less grace in a year; Lear I. iv.
For bonny sweet Robin is all my joy. Hml. IV. v.
Full fathom five thy father lies; Tmp. I. ii.
Get you hence, for I must go. WT. IV. iv.
Hark, hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings, Cym. II. iii.
He that has and a little tiny wit,-- Lear. III. ii.
Honour, riches, marriage-blessing, Tmp. IV. i.
How should I your true love know. Hml. IV. v.
I am gone, sir, TN. IV. ii.
If it do come to pa.s.s, AYLI. II. vi.
In youth, when I did love, did love, Hml. V. i.
I shall no more to sea, to sea, Tmp. II. ii.
It was a lover and his la.s.s, AYLI. V. iii.
Jog, jog on, the foot-path way, WT. IV. iii.
King Stephen was and a worthy peer, Oth. II. iii.
Lawn as white as driven snow; WT. IV. iv.
Love, love, nothing but love, still more! T&C. III. i.
No more dams I'll make for fish; Tmp, II. ii.
No more, thou thunder-master, show. Cym. V. iv.
Oh mistress mine, where are you roaming? TN. II. iii.
On the ground, MND. IV. i.
Orpheus with his lute made trees. (Fletcher?) H8. III. i.
Over hill, over dale, MND. II. i.
Pardon, G.o.ddess of the night, MAdo. V. iv.
Round about the cauldron go; Mcb. IV. i.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, MAdo. II. iii.
Take, O, take those lips away, Meas. IV. i.
Tell me where is fancy bred, Merch. III. ii.
The G.o.d of love, MAdo. V. ii.
The master, the swabber, the boatswain, and I, Tmp. II. ii.
The ousel c.o.c.k so black of hue, MND. III. ii.
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Oth. IV. iii.
