John Dowland Songs 1

Data Msica Srie
Transcrio:
Orlando Fraga
John Dowland
Cances Elizabethanas
Volume 1
voz e violo
Nota Editorial
A presente edio em 3 volumes uma seleo entre as 38 canes contidas no The

First Booke of Songs or Ayres, de 1597 (1600, 1603, 1606, 1613) e no The Second
Booke of Songs or Ayres, de 1600, ambos de John Dowland.
Correntemente temos dois critrios de transcrio de msica de alade para violo:
um que mantm a tonalidade original independente do mecanismo, e outro que
mantm o movimento original dos dedos em detrimento da tonalidade. Estes, por sua
vez, aplicados msica para voz e alade nos possibilitam trs outras abordagem: 1)
a manuteno da tonalidade original tanto da voz quanto do violo; 2) transposio
tera abaixo de ambos, voz e violo; 3) um sistema hbrido onde a voz permanece em
sua tonalidade original e o violo transposto tera abaixo.
O segundo destes critrios o adotado nesta edio por vrias razes, entre elas: o
resgate de um repertrio que em seu estado original, ou seja, em tablatura, sempre
esteve fora do alcance de tericos, musiclogos e historiadores por conta do aspecto
hermtico que a tablatura oferece a todos aqueles que no so iniciados nos instrumentos de corda dedilhada; temos, tambm, uma viso acurada do funcionamento
mecnico da obra do ponto de vista do violonista.
Nunca demais lembrar que a afinao do alade em sol, enquanto a do violo em
mi. Assim, para restabelecer a tonalidade original da cano, basta colocar um capotasto na terceira casa. Outras transposies ou casas podem ser consideradas para
melhor acomodar tessitura da voz.
O texto preserva a ortografia original unicamente para fins musicolgicos e sua
modernizao pode ser bem vinda em situaes em que a clareza do texto seja
necessria.
A instrumentao , obviamente, para voz e violo/alade. Porm, seguindo os
critrios da poca, a voz pode ser substituda por um instrumento meldico, como a
flauta doce ou viola da gamba soprano, e o acompanhamento por outro instrumento
hamnico, como a harpa, espineta, virginal, rgo positivo, etc. A linha do baixo pode
ser dobrada por um instrumento grave, como a viola da gamba, flauta doce baixo,
violoncello, flageolet, entre outros.
Finalmente, de suma importncia considerar uma ornamentao segundo os critrios
vigentes para a msica elisabethana. Consultas em tratados e mtodos contemporneos, como os de Thomas Ford, Thomas Robinson e Thomas Mace, podem ser
difceis por causa do acesso a essas obras. Porm pode-se apreender muito analisando
os procedimentos de ornamentao no restante da obra de Dowland, em particular nos
consorts onde aparecem verses de algumas das canes aqui contidas.
Orlando Fraga
A Shepherd in a Shade
Transcrio: Orlando Fraga
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The Second Book of Ayres (1600)
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Set by John Dowland (1562-1626)
The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres (1600)
1
A shepherd in a shade,
His plaining made,
Of love and lovers' wrong,
Unto the fairest lass
That trod on grass,
And thus began his song.
Since Love and Fortune will,
I honour still,
Your fair and lovely eye,
What conquest will it be,
Sweet nymph, for thee,
If I for sorrow die?
Restore, restore my heart again,
Which love by thy sweet looks hath slain,
Lest that, enforc'd by your disdain, I sing,
Fie, fie on love, it is a foolish thing.
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My heart where have you laid,
O cruel maid,
To kill, when you might save,
Why have ye cast it forth
As nothing worth,
Without a tomb or grave.
O let it be entomb'd and lie,
In your sweet mind and memory,
Lest I resound on every warbling string,
Fie, fie on love, that is a foolish thing.
20
All ye, whom Love or Fortune

Text by Anonymous
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All ye, whom Love or Fortune hath betrayd;
All ye, that dream of bliss but live in grief;
All ye, whose hopes are evermore delayd;
All ye, whose sighs or sickness wants relief;
Lend ears and tears to me, most hapless man,
That sings my sorrows like the dying swan.
2
Care that consumes the heart with inward pain,
Pain that presents sad care in outward view,
Both tyrant-like enforce me to complain;
But still in vain: for none my plaints will rue.
Tears, sighs and ceaseless cries alone I spend:
My woe wants comfort, and my sorrow end.
21
Awake, sweet love

Text by Anonymous
Set by John Dowland (1562-1626).
The First Bokke of Songs an Ayres (1597)
1
Awake, sweet love! Thou art return'd,
My heart, which long in absence mourn'd,
Lives now in perfect joy.
Let love, which never absent dies,
Now live forever in her eyes,
Whence came my first annoy.
Only herself hath seemed fair,
She only I could love,
She only drove me to despair,
When she unkind did prove.
Despair did make me wish to die,
That I my griefs might end,
She only which did make me fly,
My state may now amend.
2
If she esteem thee, now aught worth,
She will not grieve thy love henceforth,
Which so despair hath prov'd.
Despair hath proved now in me,
That love will not inconstant be,
Though long in vain I lov'd.
If she at last reward thy love,
And all thy harm repair,
Thy happiness will sweeter prove,
Rais'd up from deep despair.
And if that now thou welcome be
When though with her dost meet,
She, all the while, but play'd with thee,
To make thy joys more sweet.
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Away with these selfe loving lads

Text by Fulke Greville
1
Away with these selfe loving lads,
Whom Cupids arrowe never glads:
Away poore soules that sigh & weepe
In love of them that lie & sleepe,
For Cupid is a medooe god,
& foreeth none to kisse the rod.
2
God Cupid shaft like destinie,
Doth either good or ill decrees
Desert is borne out of his bow,
Reward upon his feet doth go,
What fooles are they that have not knowne
That love likes no lawes but his owne?
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I weare her rings on hollidaies,
On every tree I write her name,
And every day I read the same
Where honor, Cupids rival is,
There miracles are seene of him.
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If Cinthia crave her ring of me,
I blot her name out of the tree,
If doubt do darken things held deere,
Then well fare nothing once a yeere:
For many run, but one must win,
Fooles only hedge the Cukoo in.
5
The worth that worthiness should move
Is love, which is the bowe of love,
And love as well the foster can,
As can the mighty Noble-man:
Sweet Saint, tis true you worthie be,
Yet without love nought worth o me.
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Burst forth, my tears

Text by Anonymous
The First Booke of Songes (1597)
1
Burst forth, my tears, assist my forward grief,
And show what pain imperious Love provokes.
Kind tender lambs, lament Love's scant relief
And pine, since pensive Care my freedom yokes.
O pine to see me pine, my tender flocks.
2
Sad, sad pining Care, that never may have peace,
At Beauty's gate in hope of pity knocks.
But Mercy sleeps while deep Disdain increase,
And Beauty Hope in her fair bosom locks.
O grieve to hear my grief, my tender flocks.
3
Like, like to the winds my sighs have winged been,
Yet are my sighs and suits repaid with mocks.
I plead, yet she repineth at my teen.
O ruthless rigour harder than the rocks,
That both the shepherd kills and his poor flocks.
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Can she excuse my wrongs

Text by Anonymous
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Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
No, no; where shadows do for bodies stand,
That may'st be abus'd if thy sight be dim.
2
Cold love is like to words written on sand,
Or to bubbles which on the water swim.
Wilt thou be thus abused still,
Seeing that she will right thee never?
If thou canst not o'ercome her will,
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever.
3
Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
As they are high, so high is my desire,
If she this deny, what can granted be?
If she will yield to that which reason is,
It is reason's will that love should be just.
4
Dear, make me happy still by granting this,
Or cut off delays if that I die must.
Better a thousand times to die
Than for to love thus still tormented:
Dear, but remember it was I
Who for thy sake did die contented.
25
Come Again: Sweet Love Doth Now Invite

John Dowland
The First Book of Ayres (1597)
1
Come again:
Sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight,
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die,
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
4
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My sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams.
My heart takes no delights,
To see the fruits and joys that some do
find,
And mark the storms are me assignd.
2
Come again:
That I may cease to mourn,
Through thy unkind disdain:
For now left and forlorn,
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die,
In deadly pain and endless misery.
5
Out alas,
My faith is ever true,
Yet will she never rue,
Nor yield me any grace:
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made,
Whom tears, nor truth may once invade.
3
Al the day
The sun that lends me shine,
By frowns do cause me pine,
And feeds me with delay,
Her smile my springs, that makes my joys
to grow,
Her frowns the Winter of my woe:
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Draw forth thy wounding dart,
Thou canst not pierce her heart,
For I that to approve,
By sighs and tears more hot than are thy
shafts,
Did tempt while she for triumph laughs.
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Come away, come sweet love

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Come away, come sweet love,
The golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
Teach thine arms to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss,
Eyes were made for beauty's grace,
Viewing, rueing love's long pain
Procur'd by beauty's rude disdain.
2
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts,
Making all the shadows fly,
Playing, Staying in the grove
To entertain the stealth of love.
Thither, sweet love, let us hie,
Flying, dying in desire
Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire.
3
Do not in vain adorn
Beauty's grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn.
Lilies on the riverside
And the fair Cyprian flow'rs newblown
Desire no beauties but their own,
Ornament is nurse of pride,
Pleasure, measure love's delight.
Haste then, sweet love, our wished flight!
27
Come Heavy Sleepe

John Dowland
1
Come heavy sleepe, the Image of true death:
And close up these my weary weeping eyes,
Whose spring of tears doth stop my vitall breath,
And tears my hart with sorrows high swln cryes:
Come & posses my tired thoughts-worne soule,
That living dies, till thou on me be stoule.
2
Come shadow of my end: and shape of rest, *
Alied to death, child to this black fact night,
Come thou and charme these rebels in my brest,
Whose waking fancies doth my mind affright.
O come sweet sleepe, come or I die for ever,
Come ere my last sleepe coms, or come never.
Anonymous
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Dear, if you change

Text by Anonymous
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Dear, if you change, I'll never choose again.
Sweet, if you shrink, I'll never think of love.
Fair, if you fail, I'll judge all beauty vain.
Wise, if too weak, more wits I'll never prove.
Dear, Sweet, Fair, Wise, change, shrink, nor be not weak:
And on my faith, my faith shall never break.
2
Earth with her flowers shall sooner heav'n adorn.
Heaven her bright stars through earth's dim globe shall move.
Fire heat shall lose, and frosts of flame be born.
Air, made to shine, as black as hell shall prove.
Earth, Heav'n, Fire, Air, the world transform'd shall view,
Ere I prove false to faith, or strange to you.
29
Fine knacks for ladies

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Fine knacks for ladies, cheape, choise, brave and new,
Good penniworths but money cannot move,
I keep a faier but for the faier to view,
A beggar may bee liberall of love,
Though all my wares bee trash, the heart is true,
The heart is true,
The heart is true.
2
Great gifts are guiles and looke for gifts againe,
My trifles come, as treasures from my minde,
It is a precious Jewel to bee plaine,
Sometimes in shell th orients pearles we finde,
Of others take a sheaf, of mee a graine,
Of mee a graine,
Of mee a graine.
3
Within this pack pinnes, points, laces & gloves,
And divers toies fitting a country faier,
But in my hart, where duety serves and loves,
Turtels & twins, courts brood, a heavenly paier:
Happy the hart that thincks of no removes,
Of no removes,
Of no removes.
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Good pennyworths but money cannot move,
I keep a fair but for the fair to view,
A beggar may be liberal of love.
Though all my wares be trash, the heart is true.
2
Great gifts are guiles and look for gifts again,
My trifles come as treasures from my mind,
It is a precious jewel to be plain,
Sometimes in shell the Orient's pearls we find.
Of others take a sheaf, of me a grain.
3
Within this pack pins, points, laces and gloves,
And divers toys fitting a country fair,
But in my heart, where duty serves and loves,
Turtles and twins, Court's brood, a heav'nly pair.
Happy the man that thinks of no removes.
31
Flow My Tears
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Flow my teares fall from your springs,
Exilde for ever, let me mourne
Where noghts black bird hir sad infamy sings,
There let me live forlorne.
2
Downe vaine lights shine you no more,
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their lost fortunes deplore,
Light doth but shame disclose.
3
Never may my woes be relieved,
Since pitie is fled,
And teares, and sighes, and grones my wearies dayes
Of all joyes have deprives.
4
From the highest spire of contentment,
My fortune is throwne,
And feare, and griefe, and paine for my deserts,
Are my hopes since hope is gone.
5
Harke you shadowes that in darknesse dwell,
Learne to contemne light,
Happie, happie they that in hell
Feele not the worlds despite.
Anonimous
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All ye, Whom Love or Fortune

Awake, sweet love, thou art return'd

Away with these selfe loving lads

Burst Forth, My Tears

Can Shee Excuse My Wrongs

Come again: Sweet love doth now

With thee a - gain

The First Booke of Ayres (1597)

Come Away, Come Sweet Love

COME HEAVY SLEEPE

Deare, If You Change

Fine knacks for ladies

let mee live

l hell Feele not the worlds

All ye, whom Love or Fortune

Awake, sweet love

Away with these selfe loving lads

Burst forth, my tears

Can she excuse my wrongs

Come Again: Sweet Love Doth Now Invite

Come away, come sweet love

Come Heavy Sleepe

Dear, if you change

Fine knacks for ladies

The Second Booke of Songs or Ayres (1600)

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