Phillis, I fain would die now (Thomas Morley)

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General Information

Title: Phillis, I fain would die now
Composer: Thomas Morley

Number of voices: 7vv   Voicing: SSA.ATTB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: English
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1600 in First Book of Ballets, no. 21

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Original text and translations

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Phillis, I fain would die now,
   O, to die what should move thee?
For that you do not love me.
   I love thee, but plain to make it,
   Ask what thou wilt, and take it.
O sweet, then this I crave thee,
Since you to love wilt have me,
Give me in my tormenting
One kiss for my contenting.
   This unawares doth daunt me,
   Else what thou wilt I grant thee.
Ah Phillis, well I see then,
My death thy joy will be then.
   O no, no, I request thee,
   To tarry but some fitter time and leisure.
Alas, death will arrest me,
You know, before I shall possess this treasure.
No no, dear, do not languish,
Temper this sadness
For time and love with gladness,
Once ere long will provide for this our anguish.