Cruda mia tiraniella (Orazio Vecchi)

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• (Posted 2017-01-30)  CPDL #42896:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-01-30).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 36 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Reformatting of #31865.

• (Posted 2014-05-07)  CPDL #31865:         

Editor: Brian Russell (submitted 2014-05-07).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 32 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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• (Posted 2010-02-26)  CPDL #21091:        (Finale 2008)

Editor: André Vierendeels (submitted 2010-02-26).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 71 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: edited from Phalèse's Septiesme Livre

• (Posted 2002-07-23)  CPDL #03864: 

Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2002-07-23).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 25 kB   Copyright: Free Art License

Edition notes: listed alphabetically by composer.

General Information

Title: Cruda mia tiraniella
Composer: Orazio Vecchi

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1580 in Canzonette a quattro voci, libro 1 (Orazio Vecchi), no. 9
    2nd published: 1593 in Canzonette a quattro voci, no. 10
    3rd published: 1644 in Septiesme livre des chansons à quatre parties (Pierre Phalèse), Edition 29
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Original text and translations

Italian text Cruda mia tiraniella, Quando succhio quei tuoi dolci coralli Tremo, com'un gridasse: Dalli, dalli! Dolce mia pazzariella, Quando stringo quei tuoi bianchi cristalli Tremo, com'un gridasse: Dalli, dalli! O misero scontento, Che le labbra, le man, l'amico petto Legan quest'alma afflitta Stretto stretto!

English translation My little cruel tyrant, When I suck those sweet corals of yours (meaning: your lips)' I tremble, like one who cries: Go on, go on! My sweet little crazy one, When I hold those white crystals of yours (meaning: your hands) I tremble, like one who cries: Go on, go on! Oh poor unhappy man, Whom your hands, your lips, your friendly bosom Tie the painful soul So tight, so tight!