Nel dolce sen de la sua bella Clori (Allesandre Spontone)

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•  Posted on 2024-05-01(Posted 2024-05-01)  CPDL #80463:       

Editor: Willem Verkaik (submitted 2024-05-01).   Score information: Letter, 7 pages, 385 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: There are three parts in one file.

General Information

Title: Nel dolce sen de la sua bella Clori
Composer: Allesandre Spontone
Lyricist: Torquato Tasso
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1585 in Madrigali a cinque voci, libro primo (Allesandre Spontone), no. 12
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Original text and translations

Italian text Nel dolce sen de la sua bella Clori, Tirsi, che del suo fine Già languido sentìa l'hore vicine; Fissi tenendo gl'occhi Ne i languidetti rai del suo desio, "Anima," dissi, "hormai beata mori." Quand'ella: "Ohimé! ben mio, Aspetta," sospirò dolce anelando, "Ahi! crudo, ir dunque a morte Senza me pensi? Io teco, e non mi pento, Morir promisi, e già moro, e già sento Le mortali mie scorte Perché l'una e l'altr'alma insieme scocchi." La stringe egli soave e sol risponde Con meste voci a le voci gioconde. O fortunati! l'uno entro spirando Ne la bocca de l'altro, una dolce ombra Di morte lor gl'occhi tremanti ingombra, E si senton, mancando i rotti accenti, Agghiacciar tra le labbra i baci ardenti. Torquato Tasso, Rime Volume 2 (1822), p. 174

English translation Upon the sweet breast of his lovely Clori, Tirsi, who swooning felt already near the moment of his death, keeping his gaze firmly fixed in the languid eyes of his loved one, "My soul,"he said, "now you die happy." When she, "Ah me, my love, wait," sighed gently, panting, "Ah, crual one, you think to die without me? With you, without regret, I promised to die, and already I am dying, and already I feel the heralds of death, so that both souls may fly forth together." He embraced her sweetly and answered with mournful sounds her joyful ones. O fortunate ones! The one dying in the mouth of the other, a sweet shade of death darkens their trembling eyes, and they feel, their broken words vanishing into the air, their passionate kisses cool on their lips. Translation by Anthony Newcomb.