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• (Posted 2025-05-02)  CPDL #84728:        (Diplomatic score) (Practical score)

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-05-02).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 121 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: A double edition, diplomatic and practical scores.

General Information

Title: Famme pur quel che ti pare
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1505 in Frottole libro 2 (Petrucci, Venice), no. 12
Description: A Frottola.

Original text and translations

Italian text Famme pur quel che ti pare   Donna cruda ingrata e ria   Che glie dura e gran patia   A tua voglia calcitrare   Famme pur quel che ti pare   Donna cruda ingrata e ria  Io te lasso hormai la breglia         corri pur se correr fai         chi con altri se conseglia         non patisce solo in guai         Questo sol me basta affai         e veder cioche fai fare   Cussi fossio del tuo amore         a degiun come mai dato         mille berte a tutte l'hore         per che sempre mo fidato         ama pur o cor ingrato         chi tu voi per mi non stare         S'io ma viddi troppo tardi         meglio e tardi che in eterno         forsi el foco ove tutto ardo         non sera piu tanto interno         Era ciecho hora discerno         non vo al fin precipitare

English translation Do to me as you please,   hard, ungrateful woman.   Give me that hard and great suffering   that your desired and planned.   Do to me as you please,   Ungrateful and cruel woman  I leave you now as the breeze,         Run if thou want to run.         He who consorts with others         Does not suffer alone in trouble.         This alone is enough for me         And see what thou did.   So I was made of your love,         which you to others was always giving         A thousand sips, at all hours,         I always trusted you.         Keep on loving, O ungrateful heart,         Who did not stay with me         But if I saw it too late,         Better and later than forever.         Perchance the fire where I burn         No longer will every night burn in me.         I was blind, but now I understand         I will not precipitate in this to the end.