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==General Information== | ==General Information== |
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- Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2002-12-01). Score information: 19.7 x 28.4, 4 pages, 111 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: :Edition notes: All files are available on http://www.evatoller.se/main_men_titles_E-K.html (MIDI files available for each part.)
Arranger: Eva Toller
General Information
Title: If she forsake me
Composer: Philip Rosseter
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: TTBBB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description:
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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.