On this my leaue I tooke, and thus I sayd, “Farewell my countrey, _Germany_, farewell Adew the place from whence I was conueyd: Farewell my father, and my friends[298] there dwell. My _Humber_ droun’d, as I shall be, farewell! Adew _Locrinus_ dead, for thee I die: Would God my corps might by thy coffine lie. 44. “Adew my pleasures past, farewell, adew. Adew the cares and sorowes I haue had. Farewell my friends that earst for me did sue, Adew that were to saue my life full glad. Farewell my[299] fanning friends I lately had, And thou my beauty, cause of death, farewell, As oft as heart can thinke, or tong can tell. 45. “Adew you heauens, my mortall eyes shall see No more your lightes and planets all farewell, And chiefly _Venus_ faire that paintedst me, When _Mercury_ his tale to me did tell, Eke afterwardes when _Mars_ with vs did dwell: And now at last thou cruell _Mars_ adew, Whose dart my life and loue _Locrinus_ slewe. 46. “And must I needes depart from thee, my childe? If needes I must, ten thousand times farewell. Poore little lambe, thy friends are quite exilde, And much I feare thou shalt not long doe well. But if they so with boyling rancour swell As thee to flea which neuer wroughtest ill, How can they stay my stayned corps to kill?” 47. With that, my _Sabrine’s_ slender armes imbrast Me round, and would not let me so depart. “Let me (quoth shee) for her the waters tast, Or let vs both togeather end our smart. Yea rather rippe you foorth my tender heart: What should I liue?” But they the childe withdrew, And me into the raging streame they threw. 48. So in the waters as I striu’d to swimme, And kept my head aboue the waues for breath, Mee thought I sawe my childe would venter in, Which cry’d amayne, “O let me take like death.” The waters streyght had drawne me vnderneath, Where diueing,[300] vp at length agayn rose I, And sawe my childe, and cry’d “Farewell, I die!” 49. Then as my strength was wasted, downe I went, Eke so I plunged twise or thrise yet more: My breath departed, needes I must relent. The waters pearst my mouth and eares so sore, And to the botome with such force mee bore, That life, and breath, and minde, and sence was gone, And I as dead and cold as marble stone. 50.