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==General Information== | ==General Information== |
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- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2011-09-30). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 44 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: This edition has Maeander for Leander, following the 1840 facsimile.
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-11-30). Score information: Letter, 6 pages, 60 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan
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- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30). Score information: A4, 40 pages Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Lady your words do spite me
Composer: John Wilbye
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
Published: 1598
Description: No. 18 from The 1st Set of Madrigals
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Original text and translations
English text
Lady, your words do spite me,
Yet your sweet lips, so soft, kiss and delight me,
Your deeds my heart surcharg'd with overjoying,
Your taunts my life destroying.
Since both have force to spill me,
let kisses sweet, Sweet, kill me.
Knights fight with swords and lances,
Fight you with smiling glances,
So, like swans of Leander,
My ghost from hence shall wander,
singing and dying.