Die now, my heart (Thomas Morley)

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  • (Posted 2010-01-15)  CPDL #20837:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-01-15).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 96 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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General Information

Title: Die now, my heart
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1594 in Madrigals to Four Voices, no. 19
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Original text and translations

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Die now, my heart from thy delight exiled:
thy love is dead and all our hope beguiled.
O Death, unkind and cruel,
to rob the world so of that her fairest jewel.
Now shoot at me, now shoot and spare not,
kill me I care not.
Think not, O Death, alas thy dart shall pain me;
why shouldst thou here against my will retain me?
O hear a doleful wretches crying,
or I die, I die for want of dying.