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Mvsica transalpina

Madrigales translated out of foure, fiue and sixe partes, chosen out of diuers excellent Authors, vvith the first and second part of La Verginella, made by Maister Byrd, vpon tvvo Stanza's of Ariosto, and brought to speake English vvith the rest. Published by N. Yonge, in fauour of such as take pleasure in Musicke of voices

Yonge, Nicholas

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Of 4.

Of 5.

XIII.

[XIII. From what part of the heauen]

XV.

[XV. In euery place I finde my griefe & anguish]

XVI.

[XVI. Thirsis to dye desired]

XVII.

[XVII. The second part. Thirsis that heate refrayned]

XVIII.

[XVIII. The third part. Thus these two louers]

XIX.

[XIX. Svsanna faire sometime of loue requested]

XXI.

[XXI. When shall I cease lamenting]

XXII.

[XXII. I must depart all haples]

XXIII.

[XXIII. I saw my Lady weeping]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. The second part. Like as from heauen]

XXV.

[XXV. So gratious is thy sweete selfe]

XXVI.

[XXVI. Cruell vnkinde]

XXVII.

[XXVII. What doth my pretie dearling]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Sleepe sleepe, mine onely Iuell]

XXIX.

[XXIX. The second part. Thou bringst her home ful nye me]

XXX.

[XXX. Sound out my voyce with pleasant tunnes recording]

XXXI.

[XXXI. Liquide and watrye perles Loue wept]

XXXII.

[XXXII. The Nightingale so pleasant]

XXXIII.

[XXXIII. With in a greene wood]

XXXIIII.

[XXXIIII. Sometime when hope relyu'd me]

XXXV.

[XXXV. Rvbyes and perles & treasure]

XXXVI.

[XXXVI. O sweet kisse full of comfort]

XXXVII.

[XXXVII. Some time my hope full weakly]

XXXVIII.

[XXXVIII. Lady that hand of plenty]

XXXIX.

[XXXIX. My hart, my hart alas why dost thou Loue]

XL.

[XL. Lady if you so spight me]

XLI.

XLI. Cantio rustica.

XLII.

[XLII. Thirsis enioyd the graces]

LXIII.

[LXIII. The Nightingale so pleasant and so gay]

XLIIII.

[XLIIII. The first part. The fayre yong Virgin]

XLV.

[XLV. The second part. Bvt not so soone]

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[XXVII. What doth my pretie dearling]

What doth my pretie dearling

What doth my pretie dearling, my pretie dearling, what doth my pretie dearling? what doth what doth my song & chaūting, that they sing not of her, the prayse and vaunting? to her I giue my violets, to her I giue my violets; & garland sweetly smelling, for to crowne her sweet lockes pure gold excellng, to her I giue my violetts, & garland sweetly smelling, for to crowne her sweet locks pure gold excelling, for to crowne her sweet locks pure gold excelling.