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Sweete Kate (Robert Jones)

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Music files (3 editions available)

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Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2008-12-01).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 154 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Parts in score (bassus as in original without textunderlay) with lute in tabulature
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Editor: Anders Stenberg (submitted 2006-09-29).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 221 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The lute part in modern staff notation. Text underlay in bass part is editorial.
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages   Copyright: Personal
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General Information

Title: Sweete Kate
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SAB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella or Lute
Published: 1609

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Original text and translations

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Sweet Kate Of late
Ran away and left me plaining
"Abide!" I cried,
"Or I die with thy disdaining."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Gladly would I see
Any man to die with loving.
Never any yet
Died of such a fit;
Neither have I fear of proving."

Unkind! I find
thy delight is in tormenting:
"Abide" I cried,
"Or I die with thy consenting."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Make no fool of me!
Men I know have oaths of pleasure;
But their hopes attain'd,
they bewray they feign'd,
And their hopes are kept at leisure."

Her words, Like swords,
Cut my sorry heart to sunder
Her flouts With doubts
Kept my heart's affections under.
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"What a fool is he
Stands in awe of once denying"
Cause I had enough
To become more rough;
So I did. O happy trying!

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