Accingetevi Amanti (Orazio Vecchi)

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• (Posted 2009-08-09)  CPDL #19953:  (MusiXTex)

Editor: Christian Mondrup (submitted 2009-08-09).   Score information: Letter, 91 pages, 427 kB   Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Accingetevi Amanti
Composer: Orazio Vecchi

Number of voices: 10vv   Voicing: SATT.SSATTB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1590 in Selva di varia ricreatione, no. 37
Description: for double choir.

Original text and translations

Italian text Prima parte Accingeteu' Amanti à l'alta imprepresa E stat' à la difesa Ecco che contr' Amore Se'n vien' il rio Dispetto Ch'in sua custodia hà eletto La Gelosia lo Stratio e'l Tradimento E lo Sdegn' e'l Tormento Ecco il macro Liuore spiegar l'insegna udite già'l rumore À L'arma à l'arma Buttè selle buttè selle à cauall' à cauall' Sù sù fidi fantacini Gli nemici son vicini Buttè selle buttè selle à cauall' à cauall' à l'arma à l'arma Già par che'l ciel rimbombe Ecco che'l campo scorre l'Inamorato stuol del fier Cupido E d'ogn intorno è'l grido E di Gnacchare e Tamburri E streppitose Trombe Sù sù soldati à l'erta che la Vittoria è certa Fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa-fan-fai-ne. Seconda Parte Da l'altra parte corre co[n] suoi compagn' innanti Il Dispetto vestit' in rossi manti Vedi là comparire La Speranz' e l'Ardire Che son del Faretrato Seguaci fidi Vedi Amor armato Che l'Otio e la Lasciuia tien' à lato Fan-fa-ri-ra-ron-fan Chi t'hà fatto que tuo begl' occhi Che mi piaccion si Vezzosetta Che mi piaccion si Gl'ho inuolat' à quel Trafurello Che si chiam' amor Vezzosetta Che si chiam' amor Tutti à gli stendardi E non siate tardi Che gl'auuersari vengano gagliardi Amor vibra la face E la vil turba sface E feriti di stral molti di loro Legati son con la catena d'oro L'Orgoglio corr' e freme Vccide urt' & abbatte infrange e preme. Terza Parte Ecco Mastra del campo Clelia Che cing' il crin di gigli d'oro E in fin da l'Ind' al Moro Stende de suoi begl' occh' il chiaro lampo Per arco opra le ciglia E per gl'acuti dardi Amorosetti sguardi Et à gran merauiglia Gli nemici d'Amor saett' e piglia Sguardi e risi Lusinghe Atti leggiadri Dolci parol' e baci Alti contenti Son' al nemico stuol armi pungenti Cure e pianti Sospiri e trist' accenti Ghiaccio e foco Martiri e finti sguardi Son' à l'amiche sguadre accuti dardi Quarta & ultima Parte In tanto grid' il coraggio s'Ardire Adosso innanti O arditi Amanti Serra serra Tutt' à la battaglia E'l nemico assaglia Vendetta vendetta Amazza amazza tif taf tof tifere tafere tofere S'od il Dispetto dire Mi rendo à buona guerra E già son tutt' i suoi stendard' à terra Fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa La giornata è vinta Fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa Ecco Amor che sen va vittorioso Ecco gli Amanti illustri Viua Farnesi e Pij per mille lustri.

English translation Part One Gird yourselves, lovers, for the noble venture and be ready to defend yourselves. See how wicked Contempt sets his face against Love and has chosen as his companions Jealousy, Torment, Betrayal, Disdain and Cruelty. Behold, lean Envy unfurls his banner, hear the warlike sounds approach: to arms, saddle up, to horse! Come, faithful foot-soldiers, the enemy is nigh. Saddle up, to horse, to arms! The heavens are already resounding: see how the field is overrun by the infatuated hosts of proud Cupid and from all around come shouts and the noise of nakers, drums and clamorous bugles. Come soldiers, be on your mettle, for victory is certain. Fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa-fan-fai-ne. Part Two From the other side, with his companions going before him, comes Contempt, dressed in red robes; see how Hope and Boldness appear, the faithful followers of the Archer; see Love come armed, with Idleness and Lust by his side; fan-fa-ri-ra-ron-fan. Who gave you those lovely eyes which so delight me, you charmer? I stole them from that deceiver who is called 'love'. Everyone gather round the standards and don't delay, because the enemy is approaching in force. Love brandishes the torch, dispersing the despicable mob and, wounded by arrows, many of them are bound with the golden chain. Pride runs, roaring, killing, inflicting blows, striking men down, laying about him and pressing forward. Part Three See the mistress of the battleground, Clelia, who adorns her curls with golden lilies and whose eyes dazzle all from India to the Moorish lands. Her eyebrows are her bow, seductive looks her sharp arrows, and with great skill she shoots and strikes love's enemies. Glances and alluring smiles, playful acts, sweet words and kisses, great pleasures, are piercing weapons to the enemy host. Cares and laments, sighs and sad words, ice and fire, torment and feigned glances are sharp arrows to Love's soldiers. Part Four Meanwhile Courage undaunted cries: 'Fall upon them, on, on, brave lovers; close ranks, everyone join battle and attack the enemy; retaliate and kill them.' Tif taf tof tifere tafere tofere. Contempt is heard to say: 'I surrender to the rightful victor.' And already all his standards are cast down. Fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa. The day is won, fa-ri-ra-ri-ra-ron-fa. See how Love has secured the victory, behold the illustrious lovers. Long live the Farnese and Pio families. Translation by Mick Swithinbank