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==Music files== | ==Music files== | ||
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{{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-06-12}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|88}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | {{Editor|Christopher Shaw|2022-06-12}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|88}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Share Alike}} | ||
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==Original text and translations== | ==Original text and translations== | ||
{{Text|English| | {{Text|English| | ||
Shall I abide this jesting? | |||
I weep, and she's a-feasting! | |||
O cruel fancy, that so doth blind thee | |||
To love one doth not mind thee. | |||
Can I abide this prancing? | |||
I weep, and she's a-dancing! | |||
O cruel fancy, so to betray me; | |||
Thou goest about to slay me.}} | |||
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[[Category:Renaissance music]] | [[Category:Renaissance music]] |
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- Editor: Christopher Shaw (submitted 2022-06-12). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 88 kB Copyright: CC BY SA
- Edition notes: Please click on the link for preview/playback/PDF download.
General Information
Title: Shall I abide this jesting?
Composer: Richard Allison
Lyricist: Anonymous
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1606
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Original text and translations
English text
Shall I abide this jesting?
I weep, and she's a-feasting!
O cruel fancy, that so doth blind thee
To love one doth not mind thee.
Can I abide this prancing?
I weep, and she's a-dancing!
O cruel fancy, so to betray me;
Thou goest about to slay me.