Tirsi e Clori (Claudio Monteverdi)

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• (Posted 2014-10-21)  CPDL #33193:       

Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2014-10-21).   Score information: A4, 21 pages, 220 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Vocal score:   Score information: A4, 15 pages, 197 kB   

Instrumental parts:   Score information: A4, 25 pages, 245 kB   

Edition notes:

• (Posted 2006-05-12)  CPDL #11680:        (Finale 2005)

Editor: Jorge Luis Gaete Calderon (submitted 2006-04-18).   Score information: A4, 28 pages, 367 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: PDF file created and uploaded 2008-05-09.

General Information

Title: Tirsi e Clori
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi
Lyricist: Alessandro Striggio the Younger

Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: 5 instruments, Basso Continuo

First published: 1619 in Concerto: settimo libro de madrigali (Claudio Monteverdi), no. 29
Description: ballet, first performed in Mantua in 1616.

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==Original text and translations==

Italian text Tirsi: Per monti e per valli, bellissima Clori, già corrono a’ balli le Ninfe e i pastori; già, lieta e festosa, ha tutto ingombrato la schiera amorosa il seno del prato. Clori: Dolcissimo Tirsi, già vanno ad unirsi, già tiene legata l’amante l’amata; già movon concorde il suono alle corde: noi soli negletti ui stiamo soletti. Tirsi: Su, Clori, mio core, andianne a quel loco, ch’invitano al gioco le Grazie ed Amori; già Tirsi distende la mano e ti prende, ché teco sol vuole menar le carole. Clori: Sì, Tirsi, mia vita, ch’a te solo unita vo’ girne danzando, vo’ girne cantando. Pastor, benché degno, non faccia disegno di mover le piante con Clori sua amante. Tirsi & Clori: Già, Clori gentile, noi siam ne la schiera: con dolce maniera seguiamo il lor stile. Balliamo, ed intanto spieghiamo col canto, con dolci bei modi, del ballo le lodi. Il Ballo: Balliamo, che il gregge, al suon de l’avena che i passi cor regge, al ballo ne mena: e saltano snelli i capri e gli agnelli. Balliam, che nel cielo con lucido velo, al suon de le sfere, or lente or leggere con lumi e facelle su danzan le stelle. Balliam, che d’intorno nel torbido giorno, al suono de’ venti le nubi correnti, se ben fosche e adre, pur danzan leggiadre. Balliamo, che l’onde il vento che spira le move e l’aggira, le spinge e confonde sì come lor fiede se movon il piede; e ballan, le Linfe quai garrule Ninfe. Balliam che i vezzosi bei fior rugiadosi, se l’aura li scuote con ur ti e con ruote, fan vaga sembianza anch’essi di danza. Balliamo e giriamo, corriamo e saltiamo, qual cosa più degna il ballo n’insegna!

English translation Thyrsis: From the mountains and the valleys, fairest Cloris, nymphs and shepherds are already hasting to the dance; now, merry and festive, the amorous band has quite invaded the centre of the meadow. Cloris: Sweetest Thyrsis, they come to be united, the lover now holds the beloved entwined; now they are tuning the winds and the strings: only we, neglected, are standing here alone. Thyrsis: Come, Cloris, my love, let us go to that place, Invited to join in the sport by the Graces and Cupids; see, Thyrsis holds out his hand to clasp you, since only with you will he take part in the round. Cloris: Yes, Thyrsis, my life joined with you alone will I go dancing, will I go singing. Let no shepherd, be he ever so worthy, be so bold as to desire to go to the dance with Cloris, your beloved. Thyrsis & Cloris: And now, gentle Cloris, we are amidst the throng with sweet demeanour let us follow their ways. Let us dance the while and with songs expounding in sweet, fair tones, the praises of the dance. Il Ballo: Let us dance so that the flocks to the sound of the oaken pipe that leads their steps, join in the dance: and nimbly dancing and skipping, come the goats and the lambs. Let us dance, that in the sky, brightly veiled, to the sound of the spheres, now slowly, now nimbly, with lamps and torches, the stars, too, come dancing. Let us dance, that around us, in the murky day, to the sound of the winds, the scudding clouds, though dull and gloomy, are set lightly dancing. Let us dance, that the waves, when the wind blows, and moves them and turns them, heaves them and stirs them, after their fashion, move their feet; and the waters are set dancing like chattering nymphs. Let us dance, that the comely flowers, bespattered with dew, shaken by the gentle breeze, hustled and twisted, look as if they, too, are dancing. Let us dance and whirl, run and leap, nothing is more worthy than what the dance teaches.