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The first set of English Madrigals to 3. 4. 5. and 6. voices

Wilbye, John (1574-1638)

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I.

[I. Fly Loue aloft, to heauen and looke out Fortune]

II.

[II. Away, Away; Away, away thou shalt not loue mee.]

III.

[III. Ay mee, Can euery rumor, Thus start my Ladies humor?]

IIII.

[IIII. Weepe O mine eies, cease not.]

V.

[V. Deere pittie how? ah how?]

VI.

[VI. Yee restles thoughts, that harbour discontent]

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VII.

[VII. The first part. What needeth all this trauayle and turmoyling]

VIII.

[VIII. The second part. O Fooles, can you not see a traffick neerer]

IX.

[IX. Alas, what hope of speeding, wher hope beguild lies bleeding]

X.

[X. Lady, when I behold, the Roses sprouting]

XI.

[XI. Thus saith my Cloris bright]

XII.

[XII. Adew, Adew, Adew sweet Amarillis]

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XIII.

[XIII. Dye haplesse man]

XIIII.

[XIIII. The first part. I Fall, I fall, O stay mee]

XV.

[XV. The second part. And though my loue abounding]

XVI.

[XVI. The first part. I Allwaies beg]

XVII.

[XVII. The second part. Thus Loue commaunds]

XVIII.

[XVIII. Lady, your words doe spight mee]

XIX.

[XIX. Alas, what a wretched life is this]

XX.

[XX. Vnkinde, O stay thy flying]

XXI.

[XXI. I Soung sometimes my thoughts and fancies pleasure]

XXII.

[XXII. Flora gaue me fayrest flowers]

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XXIII.

[XXIII. Sweet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory]

XXV.

[XXV. When shall my wretched life giue place to death?]

XXVI.

[XXVI. The first part. Of ioyes, & pleasing paines]

XXVII.

[XXVII. The second part. My throte is sore, my voice is horse with skriking]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Cruell behold, my heauie ending]

XXIX.

[XXIX. Thou art but yong thou sai'st]

XXX.

[XXX. Why dost thou shoot]

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[XX. Vnkinde, O stay thy flying]

Vnkinde, O stay thy flying

Vnkinde, O stay thy flying, And if I needes must dye, pitty mee dying, But in thee, my hart, my hart is lying, And no death can assaile mee, Alas till life doth faile thee, O therfore, O therfore, If the Fates, bid thee be fleeting, Stay for mee, whose poore hart, thou hast in keeping. O therfore, O therfore, If the Fates bid thee be fleeting, Stay for mee, Stay for mee, Stay for mee, whose poore hart thou hast in keeping.