Chi vuol seguir la guerra (lauda) a3 (Anonymous)

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• (Posted 2013-12-07)  CPDL #30736:       

Editor: Mick Swithinbank (submitted 2013-12-07).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 40 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Anon. Source: Il primo libro delle laude spirituali a 3 voci, Gardano, Rome, 1583, Folio 6. Transposed up a tone, note values quartered (triple time) and halved (duple), bottom part reassigned, i.e. the work is now scored for SSAT, although the alto part is optional.

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Title: Chi vuol seguir la guerra (Who would be a soldier for Christ)
Composer: Anonymous
Lyricist:

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SST
Genre: Sacred, Lauda, Sacred song

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1577 in Il terzo libro delle laudi spirituali, no. 8
    2nd published: 1583 in Laude spirituali a 3, libro 1, no. 5
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Original text and translations

Italian text Chi vuol seguir la guerra, per far del Ciel'acquisto sù levisi da terra, et venga à farsi cavallier di Christo. Chi non ha cuor non vada, chi teme d'arc'ò fiomba, ritornisi per strada, che poi non fugga al primo suon di tromba. Tu dolce mio Signore, perch'io non fussi vinto, soffristi ogni dolore e in campo aperto rimanesti estinto. Et io per te ne foco sopporto, ne flagello, ma temo un picciol gioco de fanciulli, che dican' vello vello. Or che grave cordoglio, lo scudo che gittai, hoggi ripigliar' voglio, ripigliar' voglio, e non lasciarlo mai.

English translation Anyone who wants to go to war to gain heaven should rise up from the earth and come to be a knight of Christ. Those who lack the courage should stay behind, Those who fear bows or slings, Let them go back Lest they flee at the first blast of the trumpet. You are my beloved lord: to prevent me from being vanquished you suffered every pain and died in the open field. Yet I do not suffer fire for you or scourging but fear a little game from children who ridicule me. What deep pain! Today I would like to take up again the shield that I discarded: I would like to take it up again And never again put it from me.