Full Lyrics
Come tread the paths of pensive pangs with me, ye lovers true.
Be wail with me your luckless lots, with tears your eyes bedew.
Aid me, you ghosts who loathed life, your lovers being slain.
With sighs and sobs and notes of dule my hard hap to complain.
Farewell, my lords and friends; farewell all princely state:
Let father rue his rigour, shown in slaying of my mate.
Guichardo, if thy sprite do walk, come draw thy lover nigh:
Behold, behold, I yield to thee my ghost; Ah, see! I die.
