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DOULANDS

MUSICAL BANQUET.

BY CHARLES WHITTINGHAM.

MDCCCXVII.

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MUSICAL BANQUET.

BY CHARLES WHITTINGHAM.

MDCCCXVII.

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MUSICAL BANQUET,

FURNISHED WITH VARIETIE OF DELICIOUS

AYRES,

COLLECTED OUT OF THE BEST AUTHORS;

En €nglisi), Jtomf), Spanish an* Italian.
BY ROBERT DOULAND.

LONDON: PRINTED FOR THOMAS ADAMS.

1610.— FOLIO.

In the above curious, and I may add, very
rare little volume, as it was unknown both
to Hawkins arid Burney, the reader will hail
with pleasure some spirited and interesting
verses by the unfortunate favourite of Elizabeth,
which give him a better title to a place among
the noble poets than any thing which has
hitherto been printed by his biographers, or
those who have mentioned his talent for verse.
The gallant Earl of Cumberland, and Sir

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Henry Lea, are, I believe, here also, for the
first time, introduced to the notice of the po-
etical antiquary, as claiming their place in the
list of poets of that golden age.

s. w. s.

Prefixed is a dedication to Sir Robert Sid-
ney, in which Robert Douland calls him his
Godfather, says he was named after him, and
proceeds thus : — " The love that you beare to
all excellent and good learning (which seem
hereditarie above others to the noble family
of the Sidneys) and especially to this excellent
science of Musicke, a skill from all antiquity
entertained with the most noble and generous
dispositions."

After which follows a short Address " To
the Reader" — Gentlemen : Finding myself
not deceived in the hope I had of your kinde
entertayning my collection of Lute Lessons
which I lately set foorth, I am further en-
couraged to publish unto your censure these
Ayres, being collected and gathered out of the

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labours of the rarest and most judicious Mais-
ters of Musick that either now are or have
lately lived in Christendome, whereof some
I have purposely sorted to the capacitie of
young practitioners, the rest by degrees are of
greater depth and skill, so that like a carefull
confectionary, as neere as might be I have
fitted my Banquet for all tastes ; if happily I
shall be distasted by any, let them know what
is brought unto them is drest after the English,
French, Spanish, and Italian manner : the
assay is taken before, they shall not need to
feare poisoning. You gentlemen and friends
that come in good will, and not as promooters
into a country market, to call our viands into
question, whatsoever here is, much good may
it doe you, I would it were better for you : for
the rest I wish their lips such lettuce as Silenus
Asse, or their owne harts would desire.

Thine,
ROBERT DOULAND.

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DOULAND S MUSICAL BANQUET.

AD ROBERTUM DOULANDUM

Joannis * Filiwm de Musico suo convivio.

Ergone divini genitalis plectra rcsumis,
Reddat ut attonitos iterum lua Musa Britannos?
Ut liimia totum rapias dulcedine mundum,
Doulandi & resonet nomen ncmus omne, superbam
Qua mundi dominam vaga Tibridis alluit unda;
Littora qua rutilis verrit Pactolus arenis,
Aut sese immiscct glaciali Vistula ponto,
Vinccre quern nequeatLiNVS,necThracius Orphevs,
Credo equidem, ut nostras demulcet Entheus aures.
Somnio Threicidum voces, & murmura cosli
Antiquosque modos, redivivaque ; Dorica castra,
Illius ut vario cantillet gutture Musa,
Macte animo Roberte tuo, charique parentis
Pergito candorem, moresque imitarier artes
Auspiciisque bonis celebret te fama per orbem
Eunera post Patris Phcenixque renascitor alter.

HENRICUS PEACHAMUS.

* It was to John Douland the verses in Shakspeare's Pas-
sionate Pilgrim were addressed; and Peacham, in his Minerva,
has a device, and verses both English and Latin inscribed to
him.

For the satisfaction of the Reader 1 here subjoin " The
Table of Contents" of this Rare Volume.

Sir Robert Sidney, his Galliard. John Douland.

* My heavy sprite, opprest with sorrow's )

mi it \ Antony Holborne-

The words by the Rt. Hon. George Earl
of Cumberland.

* Change my mind since she doth change. Richard Mai tin.
The words by the Rt. Hon. the Earl of

Essex, Earl Marshall.

* O eyes leave off your weeping. Robert Hales.
Author of the words unknown.

Goe my flocke, get you hence. D'Incerto.

The words by Sir Philip Sidney.

O deere life when shall it be. Ditto.

The ivords by Sir Philip Sidney.

* To pleade my faith, where faith hath no )

, } Daniel Batch el ar.

reward. y

The words by Robert, Earl of Essex.

In a grove most rich of shade. Tesseir.

The words by Sir Philip Sidney.

* Farre from triumphing court, John Douland.
The words by Sir Henry Lea.

* Lady, if you so spight me. Ditto.
Author of the words unknown.

* In darknesse let me dwell. Ditto.
Author of the words unknown.

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DOULANb's MUSICAL BANQUET.

FRENCH AIRES.

* Si le parler et le silence. Airs du Court

Cepenserqui sans fin tiranniseraa vie
Vous que le bonheur r'apelle.

; du Court. ~\
Ditto. V D'

Ditto. J

Incerto.

SPANISH.

Passava amor su arco dessarmado
Sta notte mien yava
Vestros ojos tienen d'Amor.

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D'Incerto.

ITALIAN.

Se di farmi morire
Dovr6 dunque morire?
Amarilli mia bella
O bella piu piu.

Dominico Maria Megli
Guilio, Cacciori detto Romano.
Ditto.
Ignoto.

Those pieces marked with a Star are given in the following

pages.

DOULAND S MUSICAL BANQUET.

BY

GEORGE, EARL OF CUMBERLAND.

My heavy sprite, opprest with sorrow's might,
Of wearied limbs the burthen sore sustains,
With silent groans and heart's tears still complains,
Yet I breathe still and live in life's despight.

Have I lost thee ? all fortunes I accurse,
Bids thee farewell, with thee all joys farewell ;
And for thy sake this world becomes my hell.

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BY

ROBERT, EARL OF ESSEX.

€arl Jttarstyal of CBnglanti

Change thy mind since she doth change,
Let not Fancy still ahuse thee :
Thy untruth cannot seem strange,
When her falsehood doth excuse thee ;
Love is dead and thou art free,
She doth live, but dead to thee.

Whilst she lov'd thee best awhile

See how she hath still delay'd thee :

Using shews for to beguile,

Those vain hopes that have deceiv'd thee ;

Now thou seest, although too late,

Love loves truth, which women hate.

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Love no more since she is gone,
She is gone, and loves another:
Being once deceiv'd by one,
Leave her love, but love none other.
She was false, bid her adieu,
She was best, but yet untrue.

Love, farewell — more dear to me
Than my life which thou preservest :
Life, all joys are gone from thee,
Others have what thou deservest;
Oh, my death doth spring from hence,
I must die for her offence.

Die ! but yet before thou die
Make her know what she has gotten :
She in whom my hopes did lie,
Now is chang'd, I quite forgotten.
She is chang'd, but changed base,
Baser in so vilde a place.

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BY THE SAME.

To plead my faith, where faith hath no reward,
To move remorse, where favour is not borne ;
To heap complaints, where she doth not regard,
Were fruitless, bootless, vain, and yield but scorn.

I loved her whom all the world admir'd,
I was refus'd of her that can love none,
And my vain hope, which far too high aspir'd,
Is dead and buried, and for ever gone.

Forget my name since you have scorn'd my love,
And, woman like, do not too late lament,
Since for your sake, I do all mischief prove,
I none accuse, nor nothing do repent.

I was as fond as ever she was fair,

Yet lov'd I not, more than I now despair.

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AUTHOR UNKNOWN. SET BY ROBERT HALES.

Eyes leave off your weeping,
Love hath the thoughts in keeping

That may content you ;
Let not this misconceiving,
Where comforts are receiving

Causeless torment you.

Clouds threaten but a shower,
Hope hath his happy hour

Though long in tasting;
Time needs must be attended,
Love must not be offended

With too much hasting.

But oh the painful pleasure,
Where love attends the leisure

Of life's wretchedness :
Where hope is but illusion,
And fear is but confusion

Of Love's happiness.

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But happy hope that seeth
How hope and hap agreeth,

Of life deprive me,
Or let me be assured
When life hath death endured,

Love will revive me.

AUTHOR OF THE WORDS UNKNOWN.

SET BY JOHN DOULAND.

Lady, if you so spite me,

"Wherefore do you so oft kiss and delight me ?

Sure, that my heart opprest and overcloyed

May break thus overjoyed ;

If you seek to spill me

Come kiss me sweet and kill me :

So shall your heart be eased,

And I shall rest content, and die well pleased.

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BY SIR HENRY LEA.

Far from triumphing court and wonted glory,
He dwelt in shady unfrequented places,
Time's pris'ner now, he made his pastime-story,
Gladly forgets courts erst afforded graces,
That Goddess, whom he served, to heav'n is gone,
And he on Earth in darkness left to moan.

But, lo, a glorious light from his dark rest
Shone from the place where erst this Goddess

dwelt,
A light whose beames the world with fruit hath

blest; .
Blest was the Knight while he that light beheld :
Since then a star fix'd on his head hath shined
And a Saint's image in his heart is shrined.

Bavish'd with joy so grac'd by such a Saint,
He quite forgot his cell, and self denied
He thought it shame in thankfulness to faint,
Debts due to Princes must be duly paid :

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Nothing so hateful to a noble mind

As finding kindness, for to prove unkind.

But ah, poor Knight, though thus in dream he

ranged,
Hoping to serve this Saint in sort most meet,
Time with his golden locks to silver changed
Hath with age-fetters bound him hands and feet;
Aye me, he cryes, Goddess my limbs grow faint,
Though I times prisoner be, be you my Saint.

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AUTHOR UNKNOWN. SET BY JOHN DOULAND.

In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow

be
The roof despair, to bar all cheerful light from me,
The walls of marble black, that moistened still

shall weep,
My music, hellish jarring sounds to banish friendly

sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb,
Oh, let me living die, 'till death do come.

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/ cannot resist the temptation of transcribing the following
elegant little French Song, which appears to have been taken
from a collection intitled " Airs du Cour ;" neither the au-
thor of the words or music appear to have been known to
Douland.

Si le parler et le silence,

Nuit a notre hem* egalement,

Parlons done, ma chere esperance,

Du cceur et des yeux settlement :
Amour, ce petit Dieu volage,
Nous apprend ce muet langage.

Que le regard vole et revole

Messager de nos passions,

Et serve au lieu de la parole

Pour dire nos intentions. — Amour, &c.

Mais si quelque ame offencee

De nous voir discourir des yeux,

Nous parlerons de la pensee

Comme les anges dans les cieux. — Amour, &c.

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Ainsi par un doux artifice

Nous trornperons les courtisans,

Et nous rirons de la malice

De mille faclieux medisans,

Qui n'en scauront pas d'avantage
Ignorant ce muet langage.

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