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.