Elizabeth Regina: in honor of Queens Elizabeth I & II
Saturday, June 2, 2018
7:30 pm
St. Mark’s on the Campus Episcopal Church

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Dulces Voces is excited to join forces with the Flatwater Shakespeare to present:

Elizabeth Regina: in honor of Queens Elizabeth I & II
Saturday, June 2, 2018
7:30 pm
St. Mark’s on the Campus Episcopal Church
Lincoln, Nebraska

Your generous donations make these concerts possible.

Parking is available on the street, in the UNL parking lot to the east of the church, and in two parking garages: 925 “Q” Street and 1111 “Q” Street

There is a Lied Center event at 6pm, making the parking garages your best bet for a convenient space.


O Lord, make thy servant Elizabeth, William Byrd (1543-1623)
O Lord, make thy servant Elizabeth our Queen to rejoice in thy strength: give her her heart’s desire, and deny not the request of her lips; but prevent her with thine everlasting blessing, and give her a long life, even for ever and ever. Amen.

The Lord’s Prayer, John Tavener (1944-2013)
Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name.
Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread;
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us;
and lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil. Amen.

Te Deum from the Short Service, Orlando Gibbons (1583-1625)
We praise thee, O God: we acknowledge thee to be the Lord. All the earth doth worship thee: the Father everlasting. To thee all Angels cry aloud: the Heavens, and all the Powers therein. To thee Cherubim and Seraphim: continually do cry, Holy, Holy, Holy: Lord God of Sabaoth; Heaven and earth are full of the Majesty: of thy glory. The glorious company of the Apostles: praise thee. The goodly fellowship of the Prophets: praise thee. The noble army of Martyrs: praise thee. The holy Church throughout all the world: doth acknowledge thee; The Father: of an infinite Majesty; Thine honourable, true: and only Son; Also the Holy Ghost: the Comforter. Thou art the King of Glory: O Christ. Thou art the everlasting Son: of the Father. When thou tookest upon thee to deliver man: thou didst not abhor the Virgin’s womb. When thou hadst overcome the sharpness of death: thou didst open the Kingdom of Heaven to all believers. Thou sittest at the right hand of God: in the glory of the Father. We believe that thou shalt come: to be our Judge. We therefore pray thee, help thy servants: whom thou hast redeemed with thy precious blood. Make them to be numbered with thy Saints: in glory everlasting. O Lord, save thy people: and bless thine heritage. Govern them: and lift them up forever. Day by day: we magnify thee; And we worship thy Name: ever world without end. Vouchsafe, O Lord: to keep us this day without sin. O Lord, have mercy upon us: have mercy upon us. O Lord, let thy mercy lighten upon us: as our trust is in thee. O Lord, in thee have I trusted: let me never be confounded.
Dulces Voces

Sea Change, Cat Pestinger
Cat Pestinger – Lead vocals, composer (Troubadour)
Mary Chambers – Backing vocals, harmony arrangement (Stephania)
Justin Minchow – Backing vocals (Ferdinand)
The Tempest, William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
Act III, Sc. 1
Flatwater Shakespeare Company

Just as the tide was flowing, Ralph Vaughan Williams (1872-1958)
One morning in the month of May,
Down by some rolling river,
A jolly sailor, I did stray,
When I beheld my lover,
She carelessly along did stray,
A-picking of the daisies gay;
And sweetly sang her roundelay,
Just as the tide was flowing.

O! her dress it was so white as milk,
And jewels did adorn her.
Her shoes were made of the crimson silk,
Just like some lady of honour.
Her cheeks were red, her eyes were brown,
Her hair in ringlets hanging down;
She’d a lovely brow, without a frown,
Just as the tide was flowing.

I made a bow and said, Fair maid,
How came you here so early?
My heart, by you it is betray’d
For I do love you dearly.
I am a sailor come from sea,
If you will accept of my company
To walk and view the fishes play,
Just as the tide was flowing.

No more we said, but on our way
We’d gang’d along together;
The small birds sang, and the lambs did play,
And pleasant was the weather.
When we were weary we did sit down
Beneath a tree with branches round;
For my true love at last I’d found,
Just as the tide was flowing.

The dark eyed sailor
It was a comely young lady fair,
Was walking out for to take the air;
She met a sailor all on her way,
So I paid attention to what they did say.

Said William, “Lady, why walk alone?
The night is coming and the day near gone.”
She said, while tears from her eyes did fall,
“It’s a dark-eyed sailor that’s proving my downfall.

“It’s two long years since he left the land;
He took a gold ring from off my hand,
We broke the token, here’s part with me,
And the other lies rolling at the bottom of the sea.”

Then half the ring did young William show,
She was distracted midst joy and woe.
“O welcome, William, I’ve lands and gold
For my dark-eyed sailor so manly, true and bold.”

Then in a village down by the sea,
They joined in wedlock and well agree.
So maids be true while your love’s away,
For a cloudy morning brings forth a shining day.

Sing we and chant it, Thomas Morley (1557-1603)
Sing we and chant it, While love doth grant it, Fa la la

Not long youth lasteth, And old age hasteth; Now is best leisure To take our pleasure. Fa la la

All things invite us Now to delight us, Fa la la

Hence, care, be packing, No mirth be lacking; Let spare no treasure To live in pleasure. Fa la la

Corydon, Arise!, Charles Villiers Stanford (1852-1924)
Corydon, arise, my Corydon!
Titan shineth clear.
Who is it that calleth Corydon?
Who is it that I hear?
Phyllida, thy true love, calleth thee,
Arise then, arise then,
Arise and keep thy flock with me!
Phyllida, my true love, is it she?
I come then, I come then,
I come and keep my flock with thee.

Here are cherries ripe for my Corydon;
Eat them for my sake.
Here ‘s my oaten pipe, my lovely one,
Sport for thee to make.
Here are threads, my true love, fine as silk,
To knit thee, to knit thee,
A pair of stockings white as milk.
Here are reeds, my true love, fine and neat,
To make thee, to make thee,
A bonnet to withstand the heat.

When my Corydon sits on a hill
Making melody
When my lovely one goes to her wheel,
Singing cheerily
Sure methinks my true love doth excel
For sweetness, for sweetness,
Our Pan, that old Arcadian knight.
And methinks my true love bears the bell
For clearness, for clearness,
Beyond the nymphs that be so bright.

Yonder comes my mother, Corydon!
Whither shall I fly?
Under yonder beech, my lovely one,
While she passeth by.
Say to her thy true love was not here;
Remember, remember,
To-morrow is another day.
Doubt me not, my true love, do not fear;
Farewell then, farewell then!
Heaven keep our loves alway!

Diaphenia, like the daffadowndilly,
White as the sun, fair as the lily,
Heigh ho, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as my lambs
Are belovèd of their dams:
How blest were I if thou would’st prove me.
Diaphenia, like the spreading roses,
That in thy sweets all sweets encloses,
Fair sweet, how I do love thee!
I do love thee as each flower
Loves the sun’s life-giving power;
For dead, thy breath to life might move me.
Diaphenia, like to all things blessèd,
When all thy praises are expressèd,
Dear joy, how I do love thee!
As the birds do love the spring,
Or the bees their careful king;
Then in requite, sweet virgin, love me!

As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending, Thomas Weelkes (c. 1576-1623)
As Vesta was from Latmos hill descending,
She spied a maiden Queen the same ascending,
Attended on by all the shepherds’ swain,
To whom Diana’s darlings came running down amain,
First two by two, then three by three together,
Leaving their goddess all alone hasted thither;
And mingling with the shepherds of her train,
With mirthful tunes her presence entertain.

Then sang the shepherds and nymphs of Diana,
Long live fair Oriana!

Dulces Voces

Dulces Voces:
Colleen Baade
Curt Butler
Holly Heffelbower
Roger Hochstetler
Jackie Josten
John Mills
Jennifer Stevens
Laura Waldman

Flatwater Shakespeare:
Directed by Ryan Kathman
Cat Pestinger – Lead vocals, composer (Troubadour)
Mary Chambers – Backing vocals, harmony arrangement (Stephania)
Justin Minchow – Backing vocals (Ferdinand)
Richard Nielsen – Prospero, a wizard and exiled duke
Kacey Rose – Miranda, his daughter
Justin Minchow – Ferdinand, a shipwrecked prince