The first set of English madrigals to 3.4.5. and 6. voices: newly composed by Iohn Wilbye

XXIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉SWeet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory, Subdue her hart, who 〈♫〉〈♫〉makes mee glad and so- ry. Out of thy golden quiuer, Take thou thy strongest 〈♫〉〈♫〉arrow, That will through bone and marrow, And mee and thee, of griefe & feare 〈♫〉〈♫〉deli- uer: And mee and thee, {repeat} {repeat}of griefe & feare deli- 〈♫〉〈♫〉uer. But come behinde, {repeat}for if she looke vpon thee, But come behind, For 〈♫〉〈♫〉if shee looke vppon thee, For if shee looke vppon thee, Alas poore Loue, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉Then thou art woe begon thee.

XXIIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉LAdy, when I behold, the Roses sprouting, {repeat} {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉Which clad in damask mantels, which clad in damaske mantells deck the ar- 〈♫〉〈♫〉bours: And thē behold your lips, Wher sweet Loue harbours: And thē behold, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉your lips, Where sweet Loue har- bours: My eies presents mee, {repeat}with a 〈♫〉〈♫〉double doubting: For viewing both a like, hardly my mind supposes, whether the 〈♫〉〈♫〉Roses be your lips, {repeat}whether the Roses be your lips, or your lips y^e Roses. 〈♫〉〈♫〉or your lips the Roses. For viewing both a like, hardly my minde supposes, my 〈♫〉〈♫〉minde supposes, whether the Roses be your lips, whether y^e Roses be your lips, or your 〈♫〉〈♫〉lips the Roses. {repeat}

XXV.

〈♫〉〈♫〉WHen shall my wretched lyfe, When shall my wretched life giue place 〈♫〉〈♫〉to death? That my sad cares may be inforc'd to leaue mee: Come saddest shadow, 〈♫〉〈♫〉stop my vitall breath, For I am thine, For I am thine, Then let not care bereaue 〈♫〉〈♫〉thee, Of thy sad thrall: But with thy fatall dart, But with thy fatall dart, Kill care, 〈♫〉〈♫〉and mee, While care lies at my hart. Kill care, and mee, Kill care, and mee, While 〈♫〉〈♫〉care lyes at my hart.

The first part. XXVI.

〈♫〉〈♫〉OF ioyes, & pleasing paines, I late went singing: Of ioyes & 〈♫〉〈♫〉pleasing paines, I late went singing, O ioyes with paines, O ioyes with paines, O 〈♫〉〈♫〉paines with ioyes consenting: And little thought as then of now repenting: {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉But now, think of my thē sweet bitter stinging: All day long, 〈♫〉〈♫〉I my hands, Alas, Alas, Alas goe wringing, All day long I my hands Alas, A- 〈♫〉〈♫〉las goe wringing: The balefull notes, of which my sad tormenting, Are ruth and 〈♫〉〈♫〉mone, frights, sobs, & loud lamenting, From hills and dales, From hills and dales, in 〈♫〉〈♫〉my dull eares still ringing. {repeat}

The second part. XXVII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉MY throte is sore, my voice is horse with skriking: My 〈♫〉〈♫〉rests, are sighes, {repeat}Deep from the hart root fet- ched: My song runnes 〈♫〉〈♫〉all on sharps, And with oft striking, time on my breast, {repeat}I shrink with 〈♫〉〈♫〉hands out stretched: {repeat}Thus still, and still I sing, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉And neare am linning: For still the close, {repeat}points to my first beginning. 〈♫〉〈♫〉Thus still and still I sing, and neare am linning: {repeat}For 〈♫〉〈♫〉still, the close, For still the close points to my first beeginning.

XXVIII.

〈♫〉〈♫〉CRuell behould, Cruell behould my heauie ending, my heauie en- 〈♫〉〈♫〉ding, Cruell beehold, Cruell beehold my heauie ending: {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉See, what you wrought by your disdayning, {repeat}See what you 〈♫〉〈♫〉wrought, {repeat}by your disdayning, Causelesse I die, Loue still attending, Loue 〈♫〉〈♫〉still attending, Suffer those eyes which thus haue slaine mee, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉With speed, to end their killing power: So shall you proue, how loue doth 〈♫〉〈♫〉paine me: And see mee dye, mee dye, And see mee dye still yower.

XXIX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉THou art but yong thou sai'st, And loues delight thou wai'st not: {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉ô take time while thou mai'st, Least when thou would'st thou mai'st 〈♫〉〈♫〉not: thou may'st not: O take time while thou mai'st, {repeat}Least 〈♫〉〈♫〉when thou would'st, thou would'st thou mai'st not. If Loue shall then assaile thee, 〈♫〉〈♫〉 {repeat}A double double anguish, will torment thee: And thou wilt 〈♫〉〈♫〉wish, (But wishes all will faile thee,) O mee, that I were yong againe, O mee, that 〈♫〉〈♫〉I were young againe; And so repent thee. O mee, that I were young againe; And so re- 〈♫〉〈♫〉pent thee.

XXX.

〈♫〉〈♫〉WHy dost thou shoot, And I seeke not to shield mee? {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉I yeeld (sweet Loue) I yeeld, I yeeld (sweet Loue) Spare then my 〈♫〉〈♫〉wounded liuer, And doe not make my hart, thy arrowes quiuer. {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉O hold; O hold; What needs this shoo- ting, What needs this shoo- ting, {repeat} 〈♫〉〈♫〉What needs this shoo- ting, when I yeeld mee. O hold, O hold, What 〈♫〉〈♫〉needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee? What needes this shooting, What needes this 〈♫〉〈♫〉shooting, when I yeeld mee?

FJNJS.