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- Editor: David Fraser (submitted 2008-06-30). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 107 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: AATTB, 3 viols (2T, B), 2 lutes. I have transcribed Dowland's "base lute" exactly as in the original print, tuned a 4th below the "meane" (tenor G) lute, while being unsure whether such tunings still exist. Any advice from lutenists would be helpful and welcome. Viol parts in C clefs can be made available on request.
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2008-05-07). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 25 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: NoteWorthy Composer file may be viewed and printed with NoteWorthy Composer Viewer.
- Possible error(s) identified. Error summary: Numerous serious errors See the discussion page for full description.
General Information
Title: Come when I call, or tarrie till I come
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: AATTB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Lute
(2 lutes), 3 viols (2 tenor, bass)
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Original text and translations
English text
Come when I cal, or tarrie til I come,
if you bee deafe I must prove dumb.
Stay a while my heavn’ly joy, I come with wings of love,
when envious eyes time shal remove.
If thy desire ever knew the griefe of delay,
no danger could stand in thy way.
O die not, ad this sorrow to my griefe
that languish here, wanting relief.
What need wee languish? can love quickly flie:
feare ever hurts more than jealousie.
Then securely envie scorning,
let us end with joy our mourning,
jealousie still defie,
and love till we die.