Io son pur vezzosetta (Claudio Monteverdi)

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Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2014-06-30).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 121 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Title: Io son pur vezzosetta
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Lyricist: Anonymous

Number of voices: 2vv   Voicing: Soprano duo
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: Basso continuo

First published: 1619 in Concerto: settimo libro de madrigali (Claudio Monteverdi), no. 5

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

Io son pur vezzosetta pastorella
che le guance ho di rose e gelsomini,
e questa fronte e questi aurati crini
mi fanno altrui parer Driada novella.
Di Flora non vi è qui nobil donzella
o schiera di pomposi cittadini
che, quando lor m’incontro e faccio inchini,
il titol non mi dian de la più bella.
E se il giorno di festa io vado al ballo,
mi porta ogni pastor, perch’io l’inviti,
specchi, fior, frutti o vezzi di corallo.
E non saranno a te punto graditi,
caro Lidio, i miei sguardi? E sempre in fallo
ti pregherò, crudel, che tu m’aiti?

English.png English translation

It’s true I am a pretty shepherdess,
with cheeks of roses and jasmine;
my face encircled by golden tresses
that they call me a modern Dryad.
In all the city, there’s not one noble maiden
nor any group of worthy gentlemen
that when I meet them and make curtseys
can refuse me, Flora, the title of the prettiest maiden.
And if I go dancing on a holiday,
every shepherd, to gain my favours,
brings me mirrors, flowers, fruit or coral trinkets.
But you, dear Lydio, do you not welcome my glances?
And shall I forever in vain,
cruel man, implore your aid?