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 PRYTHEE, Nurse, come smooth my hair,
 * And prythee, Nurse, unloose my shoe,

And trimly turn my silken sheet
 * Upon my quilt of gentle blue.

My pillow sweet of lavender
 * Smooth with an amiable hand,

And may the dark pass peacefully by
 * As in the hour-glass droops the sand.

Prepare my cornered manchet sweet,
 * And in my little crystal cup

Pour out the blithe and flowering mead
 * That forthwith I may sup.

Withdraw my curtains from the night,
 * And let the crisped crescent shine

Upon my eyelids while I sleep,
 * And soothe me with her beams benign.

Dark looks the forest far-away;
 * O, listen! through its empty dales

Rings from the solemn echoing boughs
 * The music of its nightingales.