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- Editor: David Anderson (submitted 2024-03-12). Score information: Letter, 12 pages, 669 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2021-10-07). Score information: A4, 7 pages, 235 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2013-01-12). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 127 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Coorections to score 3rd June 2024
General Information
Title: Cupid and Rosalind
Composer: Charles Villiers Stanford
Lyricist: Thomas Lodge
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1894 Novello's Part-Song Book no.707
Description: Six Elizabethan Pastorals [set 2], Opus 53, No. 4.
(ROSALIND’S MADRIGAL)
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Original text and translations
English text
Love in my bosom like a bee
Doth suck his sweet:
Now with his wings he plays with me,
Now with his feet.
Within mine eyes he makes his nest,
His bed amidst my tender breast;
My kisses are his daily feast,
And yet he robs me of my rest:
Ah! wanton, will ye?
And if I sleep, then percheth he
With pretty flight,
And makes his pillow of my knee
The livelong night.
Strike I my lute, he tunes the string;
He music plays if so I sing;
He lends me every lovely thing,
Yet cruel he my heart doth sting:
Whist, wanton, still ye!
Else I with roses every day
Will whip you hence,
And bind you, when you long to play
For your offence.
I'll shut mine eyes to keep you in;
I'll make you fast it for your sin;
I'll count your power not worth a pin.
Alas! what hereby shall I win
If he gainsay me?
What if I beat the wanton boy
With many a rod?
He will repay me with annoy,
Because a god.
Then sit thou safely on my knee;
Then let thy bower my bosom be;
Lurk in mine eyes, I like of thee;
O Cupid, so thou pity me,
Spare not, but play thee!


