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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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<poem>
In dew of roses, in dew of roses,
of roses steeping her lovely cheeks
Lycoris thus sat weeping.
In dew of roses, in dew of roses
steeping her lovely cheeks Lycoris,
Lycoris thus sat weeping.
Ah Dorus false, Ah Dorus false,
that hast my heart bereft me,
and now unkind hast left me: hear,
alas hear O hear me; ay me, ay me,
cannot my beauty move thee?
Pity then, pity me because I love thee.
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
and this thou dost to slay me, thou dost to slay me;
thou scornst the more I pray thee, and all to slay me,
yea this thou dost, thou dost to slay me.
Ah, do then, then do kill me and vaunt thee,
kill me and vaunt thee. Yet my ghost still shall haunt,
yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.
</poem>


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Title: In dew of roses
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SAAT
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
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Original text and translations

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In dew of roses, in dew of roses,
of roses steeping her lovely cheeks
Lycoris thus sat weeping.
In dew of roses, in dew of roses
steeping her lovely cheeks Lycoris,
Lycoris thus sat weeping.
Ah Dorus false, Ah Dorus false,
that hast my heart bereft me,
and now unkind hast left me: hear,
alas hear O hear me; ay me, ay me,
cannot my beauty move thee?
Pity then, pity me because I love thee.
Ay me, thou scornst the more I pray thee,
and this thou dost to slay me, thou dost to slay me;
thou scornst the more I pray thee, and all to slay me,
yea this thou dost, thou dost to slay me.
Ah, do then, then do kill me and vaunt thee,
kill me and vaunt thee. Yet my ghost still shall haunt,
yet my ghost still shall haunt thee.