Shepherd:
 Tell me, o love, when shall it be
 That thy fair eyes shall shine on me,
 Whom nothing now reviveth?

Nymph:
 I pray thee, shepherd, leave thy fears;
 Drown not thy heart and eyes with tears;
 Such sighs my sense depriveth.

Shepherd:
 Alas, sweet nymph, I cannot choose,
 Since thou estranged liv'st from me.

Nymph:
 O do not me for that accuse,
 My love, my life doth live in thee.

Both:
 Alas, what joy is in such love

Shepherd:
 That ever lives apart,

Nymph:
 And never other comforts prove
 But cares that kill the heart?

Shepherd:
 O let me die!

Nymph:
 And so will I!

Both:
 Yet stay, sweet love, and sing this song with me:
 Time brings to pass what Love thinks could not be.