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What should I
say,
Since faith is dead,
And truth away
From
you is fled?
Should I be led
With doubleness?
Nay, nay, mistress!
I promised you,
And you
promised me,
To be as true
As I would be.
But
since I see
Your double heart,
Farewell my part!
Though for to take
It 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 said
That I alway
Should be obeyed?
And
thus betrayed
Or that I wiste--
Farewell, unkissed.
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