John Dowland - Can She Excuse My Wrongs｜Vivid Consort & David Bergmüller
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Can She Excuse My Wrongs
Can She Excuse My Wrongs - John Dowland (1563-1626)
First Booke of Songes or Ayres, London 1597
Vivid Consort ft. David Bergmüller
Christine Gnigler - recorder, vocals
Lorina Vallaster - recorder, vocals
Sheng-Fang Chiu - recorder
David Bergmüller - lute
Andreas Gnigler - film
Alexander Yannilos - sound/recording
Lukas Froschauer - sound/engineering
Sheng-Fang Chiu - concept
Vienna, 2020
Instruments/Recorders by Adriana Breukink
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Vivid Consort • https://www.vividconsort.com • [email protected]
David Bergmüller • https://www.davidbergmueller.com • [email protected]
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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.
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.
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.
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.
First Booke of Songes or Ayres, London 1597
Vivid Consort ft. David Bergmüller
Christine Gnigler - recorder, vocals
Lorina Vallaster - recorder, vocals
Sheng-Fang Chiu - recorder
David Bergmüller - lute
Andreas Gnigler - film
Alexander Yannilos - sound/recording
Lukas Froschauer - sound/engineering
Sheng-Fang Chiu - concept
Vienna, 2020
Instruments/Recorders by Adriana Breukink
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Vivid Consort • https://www.vividconsort.com • [email protected]
David Bergmüller • https://www.davidbergmueller.com • [email protected]
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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