Sweet Kate of late ran away (Robert Jones)

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  • (Posted 2017-03-10)   CPDL #43481:         
Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-03-10).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 44 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: English modernised. SA version. MusicXML source file is in compressed .mxl format.
  • CPDL #18371:       
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2008-12-01).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 154 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Parts in score (bassus as in original without textunderlay) with lute in tabulature
  • CPDL #12721:   
Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2006-09-29).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 221 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: The lute part in modern staff notation. Text underlay in bass part is editorial.
  • CPDL #09234:       
Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2005-08-30).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 40 kB   Copyright: Personal
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  • CPDL #03182:  Network.png PDF and MIDI files
Editor: Eva Toller (submitted 2002-01-25).   Score information: 19.7 x 28.4 cm, 7 pages, 114 kB   Copyright: Personal
Arranger: Eva Toller
Edition notes: Arranged for SSAATTBB. midi files available for each part

General Information

Title: Sweete Kate
Composer: Robert Jones

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicings: SAB, SA or SSAATTBB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella or lute

First published: 1609 in A Musicall Dreame, no. 2


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Original text and translations

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Sweet Kate of late
Ran away and left me plaining
"Abide!" I cried,
"Or I die with thy disdaining."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Gladly would I see
Any man to die with loving.
Never any yet
Died of such a fit;
Neither have I fear of proving."

Unkind! I find
thy delight is in tormenting:
"Abide" I cried,
"Or I die with thy consenting."
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"Make no fool of me!
Men I know have oaths of pleasure;
But their hopes attain'd,
they bewray they feign'd,
And their hopes are kept at leisure."

Her words, Like swords,
Cut my sorry heart to sunder
Her flouts With doubts
Kept my heart's affections under.
"Tehehe" quoth she,
"What a fool is he
Stands in awe of once denying"
Cause I had enough
To become more rough;
So I did. O happy trying!