Three Madrigals by Emma Lou Diemer (b. 1927)

Daniel David Black, conductor
University of Arizona Kantorei
September 23, 2012

Text by William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

--Twelfth Night, II, ii--
O mistress mine, where are you roaming?
O stay and hear! your true love's coming,
That can sing both high and low.

Trip no further, pretty sweeting,
Journeys end in lovers meeting,
Ev'ry wise man's son doth know.

What is love? Tis not here after;
Present mirth hath present laughter;
What's to come is still unsure:

In delay there lies no plenty,
Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty!
Youth's a stuff will not endure.

--Measure for Measure, IV, i--
Take, O take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn;
And those eyes, the break of day,
Lights that do mislead the morn:

But my kisses bring again,
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain.

--Much Ado About Nothing, II, iii--
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more!
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore;
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting your sounds of woe.
Into hey nonny, nonny, hey!

Sing no more ditties, sing no moe,
of dumps so dull and heavy!
Fraud of men was ever so,
Since summer first was leavy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting your sounds of woe.
Into hey nonny, nonny, hey!