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X:1
T:XVII. Come again:
T:Cantus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
%%MIDI nobarlines
M:C
N:Original clef C on first line
K:Gmix
z2 B > c d4 | z2 d2 e2 d2 | c3 c B4 | 
w:Come a- gain: sweet love doth now in- vite, 
w:Come a- gaine, that I may ceaase to mourne,
w:All the day the sun that lends me shine,
w:All the night my sleepes are full of dreames,
w:Out a- las, my faith is e- ver true,
w:Gen- tle love draw forth thy wound- ing dart,
z2 d2 d2 c2 | B2 B2 A4 |
w:Thy gra- ces that re- fraine, 
w:Through thy un- kind dis- daine:
w:By frownes doth cause me pine,
w:My eyes are full of streames.
w:Yet will she ne- ver rue,
w:Thou canst not peerce her heart,
z2 A2 B2 G2 | A3 A A4 |
w:To do me due de- light,
w:For now left and for- lorne,
w:And feeds mee with de- lay:
w:My heart takes no de- light,
w:Nor yeeld me a- ny grace:
w:For I that doe ap- prove,
|: z D G2 | z E A2 | z ^F B2 | z G c2 | z A d8 d2 |
w:to see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, *
w:I sit, I sigh, I weepe, I faint, I die, *
w:Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joyes to grow, *
w:To see the fruits and joyes that some do find, *
w:Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, *
w:By sighs and teares more hot then are thy shafts, *
z d c B A2 z B | A G G3 ^F/ E/ ^F2 G4 :|
w:with thee a- gaine in sweet- est sym- * * pa- thy.
w:In dead- ly paine and end- lesse mis- * * er- ie.
w:Her frownes the win- ters of * * my _ _ woe:
w:And marke the stormes are mee * * as- * _ signde.
w:Whom teares, not truth may once * * in- * _ vade.
w:Did tempt while she for tri- * * umph _ _ laughs.

X:2
T:XVII. Come again:
T:Altus
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
%%MIDI nobarlines
M:C
N:Original clef, C on second line
K:Gmix
G3 G G4 z2 B2 A G G4 ^F2 G4 
w:Come a- gain: sweet love doth now in- vite, 
w:Come a- gaine, that I may cease to mourne,
w:All the day the sun that lends me shine,
w:All the night my sleepes are full of dreames,
w:Out a- las, my faith is e- ver true,
w:Gen- tle love draw forth thy wound- ing dart,
z2 G2 G2 E > ^F G3 G ^F4 
w:Thy gra- ces _ that re- fraine, 
w:Through thy un- * kind dis- daine:
w:By frownes doth _ cause me pine,
w:My eyes are _ full of streames.
w:Yet will she _ ne- ver rue,
w:Thou canst not _ peerce her heart,
z2 ^F2 G3 D E3 E ^F4 
w:To do me due de- light,
w:For now left and for- lorne,
w:And feeds mee with de- lay:
w:My heart takes no de- light,
w:Nor yeeld me a- ny grace:
w:For I that doe ap- prove,
|:D4 E2 z E ^F2 z ^F G2 z G A2 z A B6 A2 G3/2
w:to see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, to die,
w:I sit, I sigh, I weepe, I faint, I die, I die,
w:Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joyes to grow, to grow,
w:To see the fruits and joyes that some do find, do find,
w:Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, is made,
w:By sighs and teares more hot then are thy shafts, thy shafts,
F/ E G ^F3 G E2 B, C D3 C B,4 :|
w:with thee a- gaine in sweet- est _ sym- pa- thy.
w:In dead- ly paine and end- lesse _ mis- er- ie.
w:Her frownes the win- ters  of my _ _ _  woe:
w:And marke the stormes are  mee as- * _ _ signde.
w:Whom teares, not truth may  once in- * _ _  vade.
w:Did tempt while she for  tri- umph _ _ _  laughs.

X:3
T:XVII. Come again:
T:Tenor.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
%%MIDI nobarlines
M:C
N:Original clef C on third line
K:Gmix -8va
%%MIDI transpose -12
d3 d B4 z2 B2 c2 d2 e3 d/ c/ d4
w:Come a- gain: sweet love doth now in- * vite, 
w:Come a- gaine, that I may ceaase to * mourne,
w:All the day the sun that lends me * shine,
w:All the night my sleepes are full of * dreames,
w:Out a- las, my faith is e- ver * true,
w:Gen- tle love draw forth thy wound- ing * dart,
z2 B2 B2 A2 G2 d2 d4 
w:Thy gra- ces that re- fraine, 
w:Through thy un- kind dis- daine:
w:By frownes doth cause me pine,
w:My eyes are full of streames.
w:Yet will she ne- ver rue,
w:Thou canst not peerce her heart,
z2 d2 d3 d d2 ^c2 d4
w:To do me due de- light,
w:For now left and for- lorne,
w:And feeds mee with de- lay:
w:My heart takes no de- light,
w:Nor yeeld me a- ny grace:
w:For I that doe ap- prove,
|:G4 G2 z c A2 z d B2 z e d2 z c B G G
w:To see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, to die, 
w:I sit, I sigh, I weepe, I faint, I die, I die,
w:Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joyes to grow, to grow,
w:To see the fruits and joyes that some do find, do find,
w:Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, is made,
w:By sighs and teares more hot then are thy shafts, thy shafts,
A B2 c2 d2 z G d3 d c B B  A/ G/ A3 A G4 :|
w:With thee a- gaine with thee a- gaine in sweet- est * sym- pa- thy.
w:In dead- ly paine, In dead- ly paine and end- lesse * mis- er- ie.
w:Her frownes the win- Her frownes the win- ters of _ _ _ my woe:
w:And marke the stormes, And marke the stormes are mee _ _ _ as- signde.
w:Whom teares, not truth, Whom teares, not truth may once _ _ _ in- vade.
w:Did tempt while she Did tempt while she for tri- * * * umph laughs.

X:4
T:XVII. Come again:
T:Bassus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
L:1/4
%%MIDI nobarlines
M:C
%%MIDI transpose -24
K:Gmix bassus
g2 g2 g4 z2 G2 c2 B2 A3 A G4
w:Come a- gain: sweet love doth now in- vite, 
w:Come a- gaine, that I may cease to mourne,
w:All the day the sun that lends me shine,
w:All the night my sleepes are full of dreames,
w:Out a- las, my faith is e- ver true,
w:Gen- tle love draw forth thy wound- ing dart,
z2 G2 G2 A2 B2 G2 d4 
w:Thy gra- ces that re- fraine, 
w:Through thy un- kind dis- daine:
w:By frownes doth cause me pine,
w:My eyes are full of streames.
w:Yet will she ne- ver rue,
w:Thou canst not peerce her heart,
z2 d2 G2 B2 A3 A d4
w:To do me due de- light,
w:For now left and for- lorne,
w:And feeds mee with de- lay:
w:My heart takes no de- light,
w:Nor yeeld me a- ny grace:
w:For I that doe ap- prove,
|:B4 c3 c d3 d e3 e ^f3 ^f g2 G2 G2
w:to see, to heare, to touch, to kisse, to die, to die, 
w:I sit, I sigh, I weepe, I faint, I die, I die,
w:Her smiles, my springs, that makes my joyes to grow, to grow,
w:To see the fruits and joyes that some do find, do find,
w:Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made, is made,
w:By sighs and teares more hot then are thy shafts, thy shafts,
A2 B2 c2 d2 B2 c d e2 d3 d G4 :|
w:with thee a- gaine in sweet- * est sym- pa- thy.
w:In dead- ly paine and end- * lesse mis- er- ie.
w:Her frownes the win-  ters of _ _ _  my woe:
w:And marke the stormes  are mee _ _ _  as- signde.
w:Whom teares, not truth  may once _ _ _ in- vade.
w:Did tempt while she  for tri- * _ _ umph laughs.