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The first set of English madrigales

to 3. 4. 5. and 6. voices. Newly composed by Thomas Bateson

Bateson, Thomas

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Songs to 3. voices

[When Oriana Walkt to take the aier]

I.

[I. Beautie is a louely sweet]

II.

[II. Loue would discharge the dutie of his hart]

III.

[III. The Nightingale, so soone as Aprill bringeth]

IIII.

[IIII. Aye mee, my mistris scorns my loue]

V.

[V. Come follow mee faire Nymphs]

VI.

[VI. Your shining eies & gowlden haire]

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Songs to 4. voices

VII.

[VII. Whether so fast, see how the kindly flow'rs]

VIII.

[VIII. Dame Venus hence to Paphos goe]

IX.

[IX. Downe from aboue falls Ioue in rayne]

X.

[X. A dew, sweet loue, a dew]

XI.

[XI. If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight]

XII.

[XII. Phillis farewell, I may no longer liue]

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Song to 5. voices

XIII.

[XIII. Those sweet delightful Lillies]

XIIII.

[XIIII. And must I needs depart then]

XV.

[XV. Sweet Gemma, when I first beheld]

XVI.

[XVI. Yet stay alway, bee chained to my heart]

XVII.

[XVII. Strange were the life, that eu'rie man would like]

XVIII.

[XVIII. Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?]

XIX.

[XIX. O flie not Loue, O flie not mee]

XX.

[XX. Who prostate lies at Womens feete]

XXI.

[XXI. Sister awake close not your eies]

XXII.

[XXII. Hark, heare you not a heauenly harmony]

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Songs to 6. voices

XXIII.

[XXIII. Deare if you wish, my dying]

XXIIII.

[XXIIII. Faire Hebe, when dame Flora meets]

XXVI.

[XXVI. Thirsis, Thirsis, on his faire Phillis brest reposing]

XXVII.

[XXVII. Merely my loue & I]

XXVIII.

[XXVIII. Mvsicke some think no Musick is]

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[XVIII. Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?]

Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting?

Alas, alas, where is my Loue? where is my sweeting? That hath stolne away my hart, god send vs meeting: that renuing my lament, with friendly greeting, She may release my smart, & all my weeping: But if my sight she flie, till hartles I die, My grieued ghost with shrikes & dreadful crying, alwaies about her flying, shal murmure out complayning, to be reuēg'd of al her deep disdayning.