The first booke of songs or ayres of foure parts, with tableture for the lute : so made, that all the parts together, or either of them severally, may be sung to the lute, orpherian, or viol de gambo / John Dowland.
1994
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Title
The first booke of songs or ayres of foure parts, with tableture for the lute : so made, that all the parts together, or either of them severally, may be sung to the lute, orpherian, or viol de gambo / John Dowland.
Uniform title
Songs or ayres, 1st book
Created/published
New York : Performers' Facsimiles, [1994]
Description
[5] p., [43] p. of music : facsims. ; 37 cm
Associated name
Series statement
Performers' Facsimiles ; 127
Note
For voice (cantus) and lute (in tablature), with altus, tenor, and bassus parts on confronting pages.
Reprint. Originally published: London : H. Lownes, 1613.
Publisher's no.: Performers' Editions 65127.
Originally published in 1597. "The 1613 edition has been reproduced here because it incorporates authorial revisions."--Title page verso.
Reproduced from the copy in the British Library, London.
The final selection ("My Lord Chamberlaine his galliard") is instrumental.
Reprint. Originally published: London : H. Lownes, 1613.
Publisher's no.: Performers' Editions 65127.
Originally published in 1597. "The 1613 edition has been reproduced here because it incorporates authorial revisions."--Title page verso.
Reproduced from the copy in the British Library, London.
The final selection ("My Lord Chamberlaine his galliard") is instrumental.
Contents
Unquiet thoughts
Who ever thinkes or hopes of love for love
My thoughts are wingd with hopes
If my complaints could passions move
Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
Now, O now I needs must part
Deare if you change Ile never chuse againe
Burst forth my teares
Goe crystall teares
Thinkst thou then by thy fayning
Come away, come sweet love
Rest a while you cruell cares
Sleep wayward thoughts
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayd
Wilt thou unkinde thus reave me of my heart?
Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
Come againe, sweet love doth now invite
His golden locks time hath to silver turnd
Awake sweet love thou art returnd
Come heavy sleepe
Away with these self-loving lads
A galliard for two to play upon one lute at the end of the booke.
Who ever thinkes or hopes of love for love
My thoughts are wingd with hopes
If my complaints could passions move
Can she excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake
Now, O now I needs must part
Deare if you change Ile never chuse againe
Burst forth my teares
Goe crystall teares
Thinkst thou then by thy fayning
Come away, come sweet love
Rest a while you cruell cares
Sleep wayward thoughts
All ye whom love or fortune hath betrayd
Wilt thou unkinde thus reave me of my heart?
Would my conceit that first enforst my woe
Come againe, sweet love doth now invite
His golden locks time hath to silver turnd
Awake sweet love thou art returnd
Come heavy sleepe
Away with these self-loving lads
A galliard for two to play upon one lute at the end of the booke.
Series
Performers' Facsimiles (Series) ; 127.
Place of creation/publication
United States -- New York (State) -- New York.
Call number
M1623.5.D69 S61 1994