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But then to kill thee, I doe feare againe,

Bicause thou dwellest heere within my brest:

Doe then a noble deede (my life)
From thence with speede to flie,
That then I may conclude this strife.
O that no, but woe that I.

Bargaine with me, let me this fauour craue,
To leaue my hart, that so thy harme doth dread,
Thy place againe then after thou shalt haue,
If thou maist come to it, when it is dead:

For if thou once goest foorth, I will
To death with courage hte,
And then my vitall powers kill.
O that no, but woe that I.

As if it lay within thy handes and powre
(Sweete Shepherdesse) forsake my wofull hart,
But yet thou canst not goe from thence one howre,
Neither can I, although I would, depart.

Nor yet I would not, though I might,
I say, I would not die,
But yet bicause I loose thy sight,
O that no, but woe that I.

If that I am in any thing to thee
Gratefull, this fauour then of thee I pray
Thou wouldst, when I am gone, remember me,
And say, where is my Shepherd all this day?

Then would I count my greefe but small,
If thou wilt not deny
This thing, or thinke of me at all:
Woe that no, but O that I.

Then say but I, although it be in iest,
And neuer meanst thy promise to maintaine:
Thou shalt thereby procure some little rest
Vnto my parting soule, which I will faine:

Little I craue to ease my hart,
And paines, yet let me trie
This fauour, Then I will depart.
O that no, but woe that I.