Note 946 — CAMPASPE
Reading edition
These lines illustrate well how the memory of Shakespeare caught and held the best in the lines of others. Here, scattered through several lines, is the first line of the well-known song in Cymbeline:—
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"None but the larke so shrill and cleare.
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How at heavens gats she claps her wings,
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The morne not waking till she sings!
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Heark, heark, with what a pretty throat
Poore Robin Red-breast tunes his note!"