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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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* | *{{CPDLno|17406}} [[Media:DOWL-COM.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:DOWL-COM.mid|{{mid}}]] | ||
{{Editor|David Fraser|2008-06-30}} | {{Editor|David Fraser|2008-06-30}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|107}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' AATTB, 3 viols (2T, B), 2 lutes. | :'''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. | ||
* | *{{CPDLno|16849}} [[Media:659.pdf|{{pdf}}]] [[Media:br-659.mid|{{mid}}]] [[Media:br-659.nwc|{{NWC}}]] | ||
{{Editor|Brian Russell|2008-05-07}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | {{Editor|Brian Russell|2008-05-07}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|3|25}}{{Copy|CPDL}} | ||
:'''Edition notes:''' | :'''Edition notes:''' {{NWCV}} | ||
{{ScoreError|Numerous serious errors}} | {{ScoreError|Numerous serious errors}} | ||
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{{Voicing|5|AATTB}}<br> | {{Voicing|5|AATTB}}<br> | ||
{{Genre|Secular|Partsongs}} | |||
{{Language|English}} | {{Language|English}} | ||
{{Instruments|Lute}} (2 lutes), 3 viols (2 tenor, bass)<br> | |||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
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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.}} | |||
Then securely envie scorning, | |||
let us end with joy our mourning, | |||
jealousie still defie, | |||
and love till we die. | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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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)
First published: 1603 in The Third and Last Booke of Songs or Aires, no. 21
Description:
External websites:
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.