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==General Information==
==General Information==

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  • CPDL #24629:  Icon_pdf.gif Icon_snd.gif Capella.png
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.
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General Information

Title: Lady your words do spite me
Composer: John Wilbye

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1598

Description: No. 18 from The 1st Set of Madrigals

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Original text and translations

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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.