Quel sguardo sdegnosetto (Claudio Monteverdi)

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(Posted 2014-12-29) CPDL #33950:

Score with realised figured bass:

Score information: A4, 3 pages, 125 kB

Basso Continuo:

Score information: A4, 1 page, 50 kB

Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2014-12-29). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 110 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Continuo realisation by editor.

(Posted 2004-09-20) CPDL #07911: (Finale 2004)

Editor: Jorge Luis Gaete Calderon (submitted 2004-09-20). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 176 kB Copyright: Personal

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General Information

Title: Quel sguardo sdegnosetto
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi

Number of voices: 1v Voicing: Solo high
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: Keyboard

First published: 1632 in Scherzi musicali cioè arie et madrigali, no. 2
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Original text and translations

Italian text

Quel sguardo sdegnosetto
lucente e minaccioso,
quel dardo velenoso
vola a ferirmi il petto,
Bellezze ond'io tutt'ardo
e son da me diviso
piagatemi col sguardo,
Sanatemi col riso.

Armatevi, pupille
d'asprissimo rigore,
versatemi su'l core
un nembo di faville.
Ma 'labro non sia tardo
a ravvivarmi ucciso.
Feriscami quel squardo,
ma sanimi quel riso.

Begl'occhi a l'armi, a l'armi!
Io vi preparo il seno.
Gioite di piagarmi
in fin ch'io venga meno!
E se da vostri dardi
io resterò conquiso,
feriscano quei sguardi,
ma sanami quel riso.

English translation

That haughty little glance,
bright and menacing,
that poisonous dart
is flying to strike my breast.
O beauties for which I burn,
by which I am severed from myself:
wound me with your glance,
but heal me with your laughter.

Arm yourself, O eyes,
with sternest rigor;
pour upon my heart
a cloud of sparks.
But let lips not be slow
to revive when I am slain.
Let the glance strike me;
but let the laughter heal me.

O fair eyes: to arms, to arms!
I am preparing my bosom as your target.
Rejoice in wounding me,
even until I faint!
And if I remain vanquished
by your darts,
let your glances strike me –
but let your laughter heal me.