With Mark Rowlinson.
Wilbye Draw on sweet night
East You meaner beauties of the night Weelkes When David heard
Tomkins Above the stars; A Sad
Pavan: For these Distracted Tymes Morley Arise , awake, awake; Now is the month ofmaying, Our bonny boots could toote it
Pilkington Rest, sweet nymphs Ward Come, sable night
Repeated from last Wednesday
