FESTE

When that I was away and alone,

With a hey ho, the wind and the rain,

And all too late in coming home

For the rain…

(funeral bells chime in the distance)

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,

Nor the furious winter’s rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

ALL

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun,

Nor the furious winter’s rages;

Thou thy worldly task hast done,

Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages:

Golden lads and girls all must,

As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Fear no more the frown o’ the great;

Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke;

Care no more to clothe and eat;

To thee the reed is as the oak:

The scepter, learning, physic, must

All follow this, and come to dust.

(storm hits - shipwreck)

FESTE

Fear no more the lightning flash,

Nor the all-dreaded thunder stone;

Fear not slander, censure rash;

Thou hast finished joy and moan:

All lovers young, all lovers must

Consign to thee, and come to dust.

OLIVIA

No exorciser harm thee!

FESTE

Nor no witchcraft charm thee!

OLIVIA

Ghost unlaid forbear thee!

FESTE

Nothing ill come near thee!

BOTH

Quiet consummation have;

And renownèd be thy grave!

T W E L F T H N I G H T

Act I

FEAR NO MORE

O MISTRESS MINE

HOLD THY PEACE

COME AWAY DEATH

Act II

ZEPHYR

JOLLY ROBIN

PARE THY NAILS, DAD

THE RAINING SONG