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'''Number of voices:''' 2vv '''Voicing:''' SA<br> | '''Number of voices:''' 2vv '''Voicing:''' SA<br> | ||
'''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Madrigals|Madrigals]]<br> | '''Genre:''' [[:Category:Secular music|Secular]], [[:Category:Madrigals|Madrigals]]<br> | ||
'''Language:''' English<br> | '''Language:''' [[English]]<br> | ||
'''Instruments: '''<br> | '''Instruments: '''<br> | ||
'''Published: ''' | '''Published: ''' | ||
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'''External websites: ''' | '''External websites: ''' | ||
==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English}} | {{Text|English}} | ||
My love hath vowed hee will forsake me | |||
And I am already sped. | :My love hath vowed hee will forsake me | ||
For other promise he did make me | :And I am already sped. | ||
When he had my maidenhead. | :For other promise he did make me | ||
If such danger be in playing | :When he had my maidenhead. | ||
And sport must to earnest turn no more a-maying. | :If such danger be in playing | ||
Had I forseen what is ensued, | :And sport must to earnest turn no more a-maying. | ||
And what now with pain I prove, | |||
Unhappy then I had eschewed, | :Had I forseen what is ensued, | ||
This unkind event of love, | :And what now with pain I prove, | ||
Maids foreknow their own undoing, | :Unhappy then I had eschewed, | ||
But fear naught till all is done, alone is wooing | :This unkind event of love, | ||
Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure, | :Maids foreknow their own undoing, | ||
What didst thou not vow and swear? | :But fear naught till all is done, alone is wooing | ||
So didst thou rob me of the treasure, | |||
Which so long I held so dear. | :Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure, | ||
Now thou prov’st to me a stranger, | :What didst thou not vow and swear? | ||
Such is the vile guise of men, woman in danger. | :So didst thou rob me of the treasure, | ||
That heart is nearest to misfortune, | :Which so long I held so dear. | ||
That will trust a feigned tongue, | :Now thou prov’st to me a stranger, | ||
When flatt’ring men our loves importune, | :Such is the vile guise of men, woman in danger. | ||
They intend us deepest wrong, | |||
If this shame of loves betraying, | :That heart is nearest to misfortune, | ||
But this once I cleanly shun, no more amaying. | :That will trust a feigned tongue, | ||
:When flatt’ring men our loves importune, | |||
:They intend us deepest wrong, | |||
:If this shame of loves betraying, | |||
:But this once I cleanly shun, no more amaying. | |||
[[Category:Sheet music]] | [[Category:Sheet music]] | ||
[[Category:Secular music]] | [[Category:Secular music]] | ||
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Title: My Love Hath Vowed He Will Forsake Me
Composer: Thomas Campian
Number of voices: 2vv Voicing: SA
Genre: Secular, Madrigals
Language: English
Instruments:
Published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
- My love hath vowed hee will forsake me
- And I am already sped.
- For other promise he did make me
- When he had my maidenhead.
- If such danger be in playing
- And sport must to earnest turn no more a-maying.
- Had I forseen what is ensued,
- And what now with pain I prove,
- Unhappy then I had eschewed,
- This unkind event of love,
- Maids foreknow their own undoing,
- But fear naught till all is done, alone is wooing
- Dissembling wretch to gain thy pleasure,
- What didst thou not vow and swear?
- So didst thou rob me of the treasure,
- Which so long I held so dear.
- Now thou prov’st to me a stranger,
- Such is the vile guise of men, woman in danger.
- That heart is nearest to misfortune,
- That will trust a feigned tongue,
- When flatt’ring men our loves importune,
- They intend us deepest wrong,
- If this shame of loves betraying,
- But this once I cleanly shun, no more amaying.