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- CPDL #20837:
Capella
- Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2010-01-15). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 84 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: A keyboard reduction of the vocal parts has been added for practice purposes.
- CPDL #14977:
MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files available.
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: Unknown Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Files listed alphabetically by nationality and composer. Some composers have separate pages.
- CPDL #10307: PDF, MIDI and NoteWorthy Composer files available.
- Editor: Vince M. Brennan (submitted 2005-12-02).
- Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2007-09-11). Score information: Letter, 6 pages Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes: Copyright (c) 2004 by V. M. Brennan
General Information
Title: Die now, my heart
Composer: Thomas Morley
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: a cappella
Published: 1594
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
Die now, my heart from thy delight exiled:
thy love is dead and all our hope beguiled.
O Death, unkind and cruel,
to rob the world so of that her fairest jewel.
Now shoot at me, now shoot and spare not,
kill me I care not.
Think not, O Death, alas thy dart shall pain me;
why shouldst thou here against my will retain me?
O hear a doleful wretches crying,
or I die, I die for want of dying.