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Humor say what makst thou heere (John Dowland)
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Title: Humor say what makst thou heere
Composer: John Dowland
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB/SATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal
Language: English
Instruments: String ensemble Viols; also, Lute (optional).
Published:
Description: No. XXII from Second Book of Songs or Ayres (1600)
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Original text and translations
English text
1st Voice:
Humour, say what mak'st thou here
In the presence of a queen?
2nd Voice:
Princes hold conceit most dear,
All conceit in humour seen.
1st Voice:
Thou art a heavy laden mood.
2nd Voice:
Humour is Invention's food.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
1st Voice:
O I am as heavy as earth,
Say then, who is Humour now?
2nd Voice:
I am now inclined to mirth,
Humour I as well as thou.
1st Voice:
Why then 'tis I am drowned in woe.
2nd Voice:
No, no. Wit is cherished so.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
1st Voice:
Mirth then is drowned in sorrow's brim.
O in sorrow all things sleep.
2nd Voice:
No, no, fool, the light'st things swim.
Heavy things sink to the deep.
1st Voice:
In her presence all things smile.
2nd Voice:
Humour frolic then awhile.
Chorus:
But never humour yet was true,
But that which only pleaseth you.
