[XIX. Dye now my hart]
Dye now my heart from thy delight exiled
Dye now my heart from thy delight exiled,
dye now my hart from thy delight exiled, thy loue is dead and all our hope beeguiled. O Death ô
Death vnkind and cruell, vnkind & cruell, to rob the world so,
of that hir fayrest iewell, hir fairest iewell. Now shoot at mee now
shoot & spare not, Now shoot at mee now shoot & spare not, now shoot at
mee and spare not, kill mee I care not. Thinck not ô Death alas
thy dart shall paine mee; why shouldst why shouldst thou
heere against my will retaine mee, retaine mee? O heare a dolfull,
a dolfull wretches crying, or I dye for want of dyeing,
or I dye for wāt of dyeing, or I dye I dye for want of dyeing.
