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<poem> | |||
1. If she forsake me I must die, | |||
Shall I tell her so, | |||
Alas then strait will she reply, | |||
no no no no no, | |||
If I disclose my desp'rate state | |||
She will but make sport thereat | |||
And more unrelenting grow. | |||
2. What heart can long such pains abide, | |||
Fie upon this love, | |||
I would adventure far and wide, | |||
If it would remove, | |||
But love will still my steps pursue, | |||
I cannot his ways eschew, | |||
Thus still helpless hopes I prove. | |||
3. I doe my love in lines commend, | |||
But alas in vain, | |||
The costly gifts that I do send, | |||
She returns again, | |||
Thus still is my despair procur'd, | |||
And her malice more assured, | |||
Then come death and end my paine. | |||
</poem> | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] |
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- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2002-12-01). Score information: A4 Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: arranged by Eva Toller, MIDI files available for each part.
General Information
Title: If she forsake me
Composer: Philip Rosseter
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: TTBBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations
English text
1. If she forsake me I must die,
Shall I tell her so,
Alas then strait will she reply,
no no no no no,
If I disclose my desp'rate state
She will but make sport thereat
And more unrelenting grow.
2. What heart can long such pains abide,
Fie upon this love,
I would adventure far and wide,
If it would remove,
But love will still my steps pursue,
I cannot his ways eschew,
Thus still helpless hopes I prove.
3. I doe my love in lines commend,
But alas in vain,
The costly gifts that I do send,
She returns again,
Thus still is my despair procur'd,
And her malice more assured,
Then come death and end my paine.