1
Farewell dear loue since thou wilt needs be gone,
Mine eies do shew my life is almost gone,
Nay I will neuer die,
So long as I can spie,
There be many mo,
Though that she doe go,
There be many mo I feare not,
Why then let her goe I care not.
2
Farewell, farewell, since this I finde is true,
I will not spend more time in wooing you:
But I will seeke elswhere,
If I may find her there,
Shall I bid her goe,
What and if I doe ?
Shall I bid her goe and spare not,
Oh no no no no I dare not.
3
Ten thousand times farewell, yet stay a while,
Sweet kisse me once, sweet kisses time beguile:
I haue no power to moue,
How now, am I in loue ?
Wilt thou needs be gone ?
Go then, all is one,
Wilt thou needs be gone ? oh hie thee,
Nay, stay and doe no more denie mee.
4
Once more farewell, I see loth to depart,
Bids oft adew to her that holdes my hart:
But seeing I must loose,
Thy loue which I did chuse:
Go thy waies for me,
Since it may not be,
Go thy waies for me, but whither ?
Go, oh but where I may come thither.
5
What shall I doe ? my loue is now departed,
Shee is as faire as shee is cruell harted:
Shee would not be intreated,
With praiers oft repeated:
If shee come no more,
Shall I die therefore,
If shee come no more, what care I ?
Faith, let her go, or come, or tarry.
W.Shakespeare Twelfth Night II, iii.