What should I say,Since faith is dead,And truth awayFrom you is fled?Should I be ledWith doubleness?Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,And you promised me,To be as trueAs I would be.But since I seeYour double heart,Farewell my part!
Though for to takeIt is not my mind,But to forsake[One so unkind]And as I find,So will I trust:Farewell, unjust!
Can ye say nay?But you saidThat I alwayShould be obeyed?And thus betrayedOr that I wiste--Farewell, unkissed.
