Guardati, o core - Steffani
Aria
Guardati, o core,
dal Dio bambin!
Non t’abbagi il bel splendore
delle speme de’contenti,
perchè noie, affani e stenti
delle gioie sono il fin.
Recititivo
Da quei begli occhi arcieri amor
t’a avventera strali di fuoco,
con vezzi menzognierei cercherà
d’alletarti a poco a poco.
Ma poichè nella rete avvinto ti vedrà
Quell’aspetto di bene tosto si cangerà
in una immensità d’acerbe pene.
E se gioie, diletti, piacer, costani affetti
ei ti promette
dar purchè t’affidi
al bel fulgor della sua face ardente,
(Arioso)
sappi ch’ei ti lusigna
e se ne mente.
Aria
Fugga pur l’impero del pargoletto arciero
chi vuol vita e libertà!
Non v’ha cor ch’ei non tradisca,
non dà pen ache finisca
una volta ha’l piè tra lacci
che più speri uscir d’impacci
mai si dà ne si darà.
Aria
Sone i frutti d’amor
sospiri e doglie,
e il nodo d’un bel crine
mai si discioglie.
Mi palpita il cor - Handel
Arioso e Recitativo
Mi palpita il cor,
né intendo perché,
agitata è l’alma mia,
né so cos’è.
Tormento e gelosia,
sdegno, affanno e dolore
da me che pretendete?
Se mi volete amante, amante io sonno;
ma, oh Dio, non m’uccidete,
ch’il cor fra tante pene
più soffrire non può le sue catene.
Aria
Ho tanti affanni in petto,
che qual sia il più tiranno
io dir no’l so.
So ben che do ricetto
a un aspro e crudo affanno
e che morendo io vo’.
Ho tanti affanni…
Recitativo
Clori, di te mi lagno;
e di te, o nume,
figlio di Citerea,
ch’il cor feristi
per una che non sa
che cosa è amore,
ma se d’egual’ saetta
a lei feristi il core,
più lagnarmi non voglio;
e riverente inanti al simulacro tuo
prostrato a terra, umil, devoto
adorerò quel Dio,
che fe’ contento e pago
il mio desio.
Aria
S’un dí m’adora la mia crudele,
contento allor’ il cor sarà.
Che sia dolore, che sia tormento
questo mio seno più non saprà.
S’un di m’adora…
Orphée - Rameau
Récitatif
Par le charme vainqueur d’un chant
harmonieux
Orphée à l’empire des ombres.
Arrachait l’objet de se voeux,
Et le fis de Vénus dans ces routes
trop sombres
Conduisait son triomphe à l’éclat
de ses feux.
Un plaisir seul manquait à ce mortel
heueux:
Pluton par une loi bizarre,
avait jusqu’au pied du Ténare
constraint ses regards amoureux;
Mais de jeunes amours une escorte riante
essaiat d’amuser son âme impatiente
par ces chants gracieux.
Air
Que de bruit de tes hauts exploits
l’univers toujours retentisse.
Et qu’aux sons vainqueurs de ta voix
désormais la terre obéisse.
L’enfer en respecte les loix.
Elle a su réparer l’outrage
que l’avait fais l’injuste sort.
Et l’avare sein de la mort
te rend la beauté qui t’engage.
Que du bruit…
Récitatif
Mais son âme sensible à la seule Euridice,
ne songe qu’au plaisir d’ont le term est
prochain.
Cessez, dit-il,
Cessez un éloge si vain.
Air (Gracieux, dans le role d’Orphée)
J’ai pour témoin de ma victoire
les beaux yeux qui m’ont enflamé.
C’est le seul prix, la seule gloire
dont mon coeur puisse être charmé.
Récitatif
À ce penseur flatteur il s’émuet il se trouble,
il cède enfin au violent transport
de sa flame qui se redouble.
Attends, fais par ton Coeur encore quelques
efforts.
C’en est fait, et ses yeux ont vu ceux
d’Euridice,
Triste jouet de l’infernal caprice
prête à quitter les sombres bords
une barbare main la reticent chez les morts.
Air
En vain par des nouveaux accords,
ce malheureux époux croit attendrir Mégère.
Elle est sourd, et ce n’est qu’a l’enfant de
Cythère
qu’il fait entendre ainsi sa plainte et ses
remords.
Air (dans la rôle d’Orphée)
Amour, Amour, c’est toi qui fait mon crime.
Ne saurais-tu le réparer?
C’est a toi de le réparer.
Des feux que tu sus m’inspirer
ma chère épouse est la victime.
Vole aux enfers le réparer.
Ah! Devaient-ils nous séparer
pour un transport si légitime.
Récitatif
Inutiles regrets à sa douleur mortelle.
Tout l’abandonne sans retour.
Ce n’est plus qu’en quittant le jour
qu’il peut rejoinder ce qu’il aime.
Air
En amour il est un moment
marqué pour nôtre récompense.
Si quelquefois par indolence
on échappe ce point charmant,
plus souvent encore un amant
se perd par trop d’impatience.
De ses désires impétueux
l’amant habile est toujours maître.
Il tâche avec soin de connaître
l’instant qui doit combler ses voeux,
tel aujourd’hui serait heureux
si’l n’avoit voulu trop tôt l’etre.
En amour…
Orpheus
Recitative
With the vanquishing charm of a
harmonious song
Orpheus was seizing the object
of his desires
from the realm of the spirits
and the son of Venus was leading
his triumph in these
too somber paths by the light of his flames.
This happy mortal was lacking only one
pleasure:
Pluto, by a bizarre law, had forbidden
his amorous glances
up to the edge of the underworld.
But young cupids, laughing companions,
Tried to amuse his
impatient soul with those graceful airs.
Air
With the sound of your great exploits
let the universe always resound!
And at the victorious sound of your voice,
may the earth henceforth obey.
Hell respects its laws.
The outrage which was unjustly dealt to you
was repaired and the greedy bosom of
death is giving you back the beauty who
commits herself to you.
With the sound…
Recitative
But his soul, sensitive to Euridice alone,
dreams only of the pleasure whose time
is near.
Cease, he says.
Cease such a useless eulogy!
Air
I have for the testimony of my victory
the beautiful eyes that have inflamed me.
They are the only prize, the only glory
with which my heart can be charmed.
Recitative
With this flattering thought he is moved,
he is troubled, he yields finally to the
violent urge of his passion that surges.
Wait, make your heart pure again
with some effort!
It is done, and his eyes have seen those
of Euridice,
sad plaything of infernal caprice,
ready to leave the somber world,
a barbarous hand snatches her back
to the dead.
Air
In vain with new harmonies this
unfortunate spouse thinks himself able
to move Megere.
She is deaf, and only to the child of Cythera
does he make his lament and his remorse
heard.
Air
Love, Love, it’s you who causes my crime!
Do you not know how to repair it?
It’s you who must repair it.
My dear spouse is the victim of the
desires that you have made me feel.
Fly to the underworld to undo it.
Ah! Must they separate us for such
a legitimate passion?
Recitative
Useless regrets, to his mortal sadness
All is abandoned without return.
Only by leaving the earthly world can
he rejoin the one he loves.
Air
In love there is a moment
marked for our reward.
If sometimes by indolence
one escapes this charming point,
more often still a lover
loses it by having too much impatience.
With his impetuous desires
the skilful lover is always master.
He tries with care to know
the instant in which he must accomplish his
desires
He would be happy today
if he had not wished it too soon!
In love there is a moment….
When gentle spring breezes
wander through the bright meadows
Cupid, too, goes on the prowl
looking for his own gems,
which are to be found, as we are told,
when two hearts embrace each other.
May you see in contentment
a thousand blissful days,
so that in the course of time
your love may bring forth buds!
Arioso and Recitative
I feel my heart beating
for reasons I do not know,
I feel my soul in turmoil
but ask myself for what.
Anguish and jealousy,
fury, grief and pain,
what is it you demand?
If you want me to love, I will be loving:
but, oh God, do not kill me,
since my aching heart
no longer can abide its chains.
Aria
My worries are so plentiful
that I can no longer discern,
which of them are worst.
I sense that in me
dwells a cruel and bitter pain,
and that I will die.
My worries…
Recitative
Clori, I complain about you
and also about you, oh God,
son of Cythereia,
you, who have wounded my heart,
for another, who is ignorant
of love;
yet, should you strike her heart
with that same arrow,
then I shall complain no more;
and bowing in front of your image
kneeling on the floor, humble and faithful,
I will worship the god,
that has filled me with joy
and rewarded my yearning.
Aria
If my cruel beloved should ever take to loving me,
then my heart will be blithe.
And my soul will know no longer
the dread of pain and anguish.
If my cruel beloved…
Aria
Guard yourself, o heart,
against Cupid!
Do not be dazzled by the splendor
of hopes of contentment,
because trouble, sorrow, and difficulty
are the result of joys.
Recitative
Love shall hurl fiery arrows at you
from those lovely eyes of the Archer;
with false charms he’ll seek
to entice you little by little.
But when he sees you caught in the net,
that benevolent prospect will quickly change
into immeasurable bitter pain.
and if he promises to give you
joys, delights, pleasure, and faithful affections
so that you will trust the shining light
of his burning torch,
(Arioso)
Know that he is flattering you
and he is lying.
Aria
Flee, then, the realm of the Archer-boy,
whoever wants life and liberty!
There’s no heart he won’t betray
or finish off with anguish.
Once your foot steps into the snare,
you may hope to escape,
but you won’t, and never will.
Aria
These are the fruits of love—
sighs and sorrows,
and the knot of beautiful hair
(in which you are entangled)
will never be undone.
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