Elizabethan Songs and
Consort Music
Although the Golden Age of Elizabethan music-making is commonly linked
with the upsurge in popularity of the madrigal, this was really only a
phenomenon of the very last years of the Queen's life. The earlier part of her
reign (1558-1603) saw the production of a wealth of secular music, both
instrumental and vocal. Consort songs for solo voice and viols were
particularly esteemed, since their rich polyphonic fabric shared musical
interest between all the parts without detracting from the clarity of a single
voice declaiming the text. The voice was often the highest part, and therefore
most clearly audible, as in the simple beauty of Pattrick's Send forth thy
sighs [14], though it was common to have one treble viol spinning a descant
above the voice: the anonymous lullaby Ah, silly poor Joas [22] is a
good example.
Many consort songs stem from the entertainments and dramatic
presentations made at court and other London venues by troupes of choirboy
musician-actors from the Chapel Royal and the choir schools of Westminster
Abbey and St Paul's Cathedral, whose boys were in great demand in the early
years of Elizabeth's reign. Some songs, like Rennet's Eliza, her name gives
honour [17], were addressed directly to the chief guest. More often, music
was used in plays to heighten moments of great tragedy or distress: the texts
make frequent use of alliteration, as parodied by Shakespeare in the Pyramus
and Thisbe play produced by the rude mechanicals in A Midsummer Night's
Dream. So Pour down, you pow'rs divine [8] by Robert Parsons, who
drowned in the River Trent in 1570, contains such lines as 'Unless my hurted
heart have help, My hopes are but my hates'. The second part of this piece
survives only as an early seventeenth-century lute song, whose written vocal
embellishments give some idea of the virtuosity with which such songs might
have been performed. The viol parts have been reconstructed here by Richard
Rastall.
Many of these dramatic songs take the form of elegies or 'death songs',
either evoking death as a relief, as in the gentle O Death, rock me asleep [5],
or railing against fate like Panthea in Richard Farrant's Ah, alas, you salt
sea gods [2] as she prepares to die next to the body of her husband
Abradad. O Jove, from stately throne [20] is from Farrant's play King
Xerxes, one of a series of annual entertainments he produced each winter
for the Queen from 1567 to 1579, performed by the boys in his charge as Master
of the Choristers of the Chapel Royal. Farrant was clearly something of an
entrepreneur, for in 1576 he leased a rehearsal room in Blackfriars, London, to
prepare for that year's royal entertainment, but was subsequently sued for
charging the public to attend these 'private' rehearsals.
Another type of consort song took moralising rather than dramatic texts:
Climb not too high [15] by Nathaniel Pattrick, Master of the Choristers
of Worcester Cathedral between 1590 and 1595, sets a poem from The Arbor of
Amorous Devises on the theme of 'pride comes before a fall'.
The composer who developed the consort song furthest in terms of variety
and intensity of expression was William Byrd, who was associated with the
Elizabethan court and Chapel Royal from 1570 onwards. Byrd's contributions to
the consort song repertory are of the very highest quality. He too could
turn his hand to music for plays: Quis me statim [10] was probably
written for a performance of Seneca's Hippolytus at Christ Church,
Oxford in 1592. Its text closely parallels the dramatic laments of the choirboy
dramas: ‘Who forbids me to die at once, my destiny having been destroyed? Alas,
while you, too cruel, forbear, let Death pierce my bowels with your sword
Scatter the bones of your beloved, O Hippolytus!’
Byrd also wrote heartfelt elegies for his patrons and colleagues,
marking the death of his friend, teacher and colleague Thomas Tallis in 1585
with Ye sacred Muses [24]. Although Byrd published Penelope that
longed [12] in his 1589 collection Songs of Sundrie Natures with all
parts texted, the altos part has many of the characteristics of a consort song
voice part: it enters last, has the narrowest range and presents the poem in
the clearest way, following the spoken word rhythms with little embellishment
and with the most important syllables placed on the highest notes of each
phrase for natural emphasis So this performance restores the song to its
probable original form, with the altos sung and the remaining four parts played
on viols.
Many Elizabethan choirboys were skilled viol players as well as singers:
records of a banquet in 1561 tell how 'All ye dynner tyme ye
syngyng children of paules played upon their vyalls and songe very pleasaunt
songes to ye great delectacion & reioysyng of ye
whole companie.' One of our chief sources for the sort of music they may have
played is now in the British Library (Add. MS 31390), written in table-book
format with each player's part facing outwards to a different side of the table
on which the book was placed. Most of the instrumental tracks on this recording
are taken from this manuscript.
The single genre most frequently found in this London consort table-book
is the In Nomine. The origin of this refined and fascinating collection
of pieces is John Taverner's elaborate six-part festal mass Gloria tibi
Trinitas, possibly written for the celebrations of Henry VIII's meeting
with François I of France at the Field of the Cloth of Gold in 1520. In the Benedictus,
when the voices sing the words in nomine Domine, the texture reduces
to four parts, the plainsong cantus firmus is clearly heard in the alto
voice in relatively quick note-values, and the often complex triple rhythms are
replaced by a more square-cut duple pulse. These may be the reasons that this
short section was lifted out of its original context and written into keyboard
and consort books without its words.
Between Taverner and Purcell, a period covering 150 years, there is at
least one example of an In Nomine by virtually every major English
composer, as well as by many less well-known ones. Many of the earlier settings
used the same four-part texture as Taverner: Tallis adopts the undulating
phrases characteristic of the plainsong and ends his setting with serenely
rising scales while the cantus firmus holds a long final pedal.
Christopher Tye, choirmaster at Ely Cathedral and possibly music tutor to
Elizabeth's brother Edward, wrote more In Nomines than any other single
composer. They are in five parts, often with enigmatic titles; Reporte [11]
is unusual for its lilting triple-time pulse and wayward cross-rhythms, while Crye
[13] is characterised by a strident repeated-note figure typical of the
calls of the Elizabethan street traders. While many In Nomines recall
the vocal origins of the genre, the anonymous six part setting [7] seems purely
instrumental in conception. It opens with a jaunty duple-time theme, and
continues in an often homophonic style that seems colourfully at odds with the
linear counterpoint of other settings.
It was a common Elizabethan procedure to perform vocal music such as
motets without words. Singers might employ sol-fa-ing (pitching and naming the
notes of the hexachord, the six-note scale of Elizabethan music theory), or
even replace voices altogether with instruments. Several of the textless pieces
performed here on viols may well have once been motets: Mundy's Fantasia [1]
with its unusual scoring for two equal high parts and its bright major tonality
suggests a celebratory theme, while Parsons' Song [3] is more
melancholy, its harmony coloured by numerous 'false relations' (the
simultaneous sounding of sharp and natural leading-notes). The title of
Tallis' A Solfing Song [21] suggests that it was intended for singers to
practise sol-fa-ing, while its closely woven musical imitative counterpoint
shows the great English composer's adoption of a continental device.
If none of these motet-like fantasias shows signs of intrinsically
instrumental writing, there are others that do, particularly in the works of
Robert Parsons, Byrd's immediate predecessor as Gentleman of the Chapel Royal. The
Song called Trumpets [4] imitates the marching rhythms and signal calls of
military bands before launching into a hectic gallop. In contrast, De la
court [16], one of the most frequently copied pieces of Elizabethan
instrumental music, begins each of its two substantial sections with serious
vocal-style polyphony, but gradually introduces increasingly skittish ideas
before ending with vivacious flourishes from the two treble viols. Parsons' Ut
re mi [9] may well have been intended as teaching material for the
choirboys of the Chapel Royal; while the treble simply plays up and down the
six-note hexachord, the lower three parts play counterpoint of some rhythmic
complexity. In one source an Elizabethan performer commented, 'The second part
is good, but that it is so hard, I will not sing this part'.
Dance music made up another most important element of Elizabethan music
making. During the sixteenth century two dances in particular swept to
popularity: the pavan, with its majestic stylised walking step, and the galliard,
in which six beats were matched to five steps, the penultimate one taking
two beats as the dancers sprang into the air. The Pavin of Albarti [18]
and its related Gallyard [19], found in the Lumley partbooks, probably
date from the 1560s and are typical of the continental dances imported into
England at that time. Their jaunty air and robust rhythms provide a lively
counterbalance to the prevailing melancholy of the dramatic songs and elegies
so central to Elizabethan music making
John Bryan
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Ah, alas, you salt
sea gods!
Ah, alas you salt
sea gods!
Bow down your
ears divine.
Lend ladies here
warm water springs
To moist their
crystal eyne,
That they may
weep and wail
And wring their
hands with me
For death of lord
and husband mine:
Alas, lo, this is
he!
You gads that guide the ghosts
And souls, of
them that fled,
Send sobs, send
sighs, send grievous groans,
And strike poor
Panthea dead.
Abradad, ah, alas
poor Abradad!
My sprite with
thine shall lie.
Come death, alas,
O death most sweet,
For now I crave
to die.
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O Death, rock me
asleep
O Death, rock me
asleep,
Bring me to quiet
rest;
Let pass my
weary, guiltless ghost
Out of my careful
breast.
Toll on the
passing bell.
Ring out the
doleful knell,
Let the sound my
death tell.
Death doth draw
nigh.
Sound my death
dolefully:
For now I die.
Forewell, my
pleasures past:
My pains alone,
alone
In prison strong,
who can express:
Alas they are so
strong.
My dolours will
not suffer strength
My life for to
prolong,
Lest my woe work
his cruel hope
That I must
taste:
This misery, this
misery.
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Pour down, you
pow'rs divine
Pour down, you
pow'rs divine,
On me poor wretch
and silly maid,
Some hope, alas,
of him to have,
My heavy heart to
aid.
Pandolpho, some
pity, Pandolpho!
Frame else with
fiery flames
Your force on me,
you furious fates,
Unless my hurted
heart have help,
My hope, are but
my hates.
Pandolpho, some
pity, Pandolpho!
Thus restless
will I remain in truth,
Respecting what
remains;
If pitiless then
pleasureless,
If pity feel no
pains.
Pandolpho, some
pity, Pandolpho!
No grief is like
to mine,
Which naught but
death can 'suage.
My help is hurt;
my weal is woe;
My rest is
ruthless rage.
My comfort is my
care;
My safety
shipwreck is.
My med'cine is my
misery,
And bale is all
my bliss.
Farewell, my
friendly foe!
Pandolpho proud,
farewell!
Farewell the
causer of my woe!
I love, and
loathe to live,
I live and long
to die.
Come death,
dispatch her life,
She yield, to
die;
Come death,
dispatch her life,
She doth desire
to die.
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Quis me statim
Quis me statim
rupto vetat fato mori?
Crudelis, heu,
dum parcis, ah, mors nimis
Tuum perforet
nostra ferum viscera.
Amantis ossa
dissipes, Hyppolyte.
Who forbids me to
die at once, my destiny having been destroyed?
Alas, while you,
too cruel, forbear,
let Death pierce
my bowels with your sword.
Scatter the bones
of your beloved, O Hippolytus!
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Penelope that longed
Penelope that
longed for the sight
Of her Ulysses
wand'ring all too long,
Felt never joy
wherein she took delight,
Although she
lived in greatest joys among,
So I poor wretch,
possessing that I crave,
Both live and
lack by wrong of that I have:
Then blame me
not, although to heavens I cry,
And pray the gods
that shortly I might die.
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Send forth thy sighs
Send forth thy
sighs, the witnesses of woe.
Pour down thy
plaints, the signs of thy unrest.
Let trickling
tears from forth thy fountains flow,
For these same
weeds become thy calling best.
Let sobs, let
sighs, let plaints, let tears and all
Bear witness just
of this thy fatal fall.
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Climb not too high
Climb not too
high for fear thou catch a fall.
Seek not to build
thy nest within the sun;
Refrain the thing
which bringeth thee to thrall,
Lest when too
late thou find'st thyself undone:
Cause thy desires
to rest and sleep a pace,
And let thy fancy
take her resting place.
The tiger fierce
cannot by force be tam'd.
The eagle wild
will not be brought to fist,
Nor women's minds
at any time be fram'd
To do aught more
than what their fancies list:
Then cease thy
pride, and let thy plumes down fall,
Lest soaring
still thou purchase endless thrall.
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Eliza, her name
gives hononr
Eliza, her name
gives honaur to my singing,
Whose fame and
glory still are springing;
Her name all
bliss,
With voice demiss
I sing adoring,
Humbly imploring
That my rude
voice may please her sacred ears,
Whose skill
deserves the music of the spheres.
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O Jove, from stately
throne
O love, from
stately throne
Cast down thine
heav'nly eye,
And search the
secrets of my heart
Accused
wrongfully.
Ay me! if you in
heav'n
Regard the
faithful wight
Defend, O God, my
rightful cause,
And bring the
truth to light.
Alas! to just
request
Your gracious
grant, ah, yield,
That my Altages
may perceive
How truth my
heart doth shield.
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Ah, silly poor Joas
Ah, silly poor
Joas, what fortune hast thou.
Sing lully,
lully, lully.
To live in this
time of cruelty now:
Lully, lully,
lully, lully
Wherein thy poor
brethren and sisters are slain.
Ah, lully, lully,
lully
And thou, little
fool, dost only remain.
Ah, lullaby,
baby, sweet babe, lullaby.
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Ye sacred Muses
Ye sacred Muses,
race of love,
Whom Music's lore
delighteth,
Come down from
crystal heav'ns above
To earth, where
sorrow dwelleth,
In mourning
weeds, with tear in eyes:
Tallis is dead,
and Music dies.
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