Captaine Hvmes Poeticall Musicke Principally made for two Basse-Viols, yet so contriued, that it may be plaied 8. seuerall waies upon sundry Instruments with much facilitie ... |
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The following poems are scored for music in the source text. Where poems are not stanzaic, no attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines. Variations for different voices have been ignored. Repetition marks have been ignored.
[What greater griefe then no reliefe in deepest woe]
Death is no friend that will not end such harts sorrow
Helpe I do crie, no helpe is hie, but winde and aire,
Which to and fro do tosse and blow all to dispaire,
Sith then dispaire I must yet may not die
No man vnhapier liues on earth then I.
My gaine is lost, my losse cleere cost repentance late,
So I must mone bemonde of none, O bitter gal
Death be my friend with speed to end and quiet all.
But if thou linger in dispaire to leaue mee,
Ile kill dispaire with hope, and so deceiue thee.
The Hunting Song
Come come my hearts a hunting let vs wendeThe call in the Morning. All those seuerall tunes must bee drawne together in one Bow. the Hounds do yorne
Come come my hearts a hunting let vs wende, that echoing cries the hils and heauens may rend with shoutes and soundes with shoutes and soundes of hornes and houndes of hornes and hounds
Blow the vncoupling
Why then my lads vncouple, vncouple, vncouple, Kill Bucke, keene
Ringwood and Roler, Chaunter and Ioler, Trounser and drummer, Bovvman and Gunner, Acteons hounds
vvere nere like these I vveene, Ringvvood and Roler, Chaunter & Ioler, Trounser and Drummer, Bovvman
and Gunner, Acteons houndes vvere nere like these I vveene, Acteons hounds vvere nere like these I vveene.
Blow the seeke the hounds are now a hunting
The stagge is novv rovvzde the game is on foote, the game
The Hounds hunt still
Harke, harke, harke Beuty Dainty prates Beuty Dainty prates
the Hounds hunt
the crie is full
the hounds hunt
harke how they holde the crie
the hounds hunt The huntsman rates
but soft the Huntsman rates the huntsman rates
the hunt fals
Clowder hunts Counter and so doth Mountet there all at fault Harke Ringwood spends and makes amends, Ringwood spends and makes amends.
Play loude for Ioler is in.
list of Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler, a Ioler
the crie is full
thats he, thats he, thats he, ho, ho, ho,
the halow Al the standersby must halow the horne the hunt still
Ioler crost it, else we had lost it. Ioler crost it else
wee had lost it, the Bucke is quite spent the Bucke is quite spent, since to soile hee went.
hounds do hunt againe
See Plovvman hath pincht, and Ioler nere flincht, novv vvith full crie, now vvith full crie, they all come frowling,
trovvling, trovvling to the fall. vvinde the morte
winde the death of the Buck with horns the hounds do yorne
Oh vvell done there boyes there boyes there, there, there,
there boyes, there, there all other sports to these are but toyes.
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