Che fai, Dori, che pensi? (Orazio Vecchi)

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• (Posted 2017-05-08)  CPDL #44427:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2017-05-08).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 46 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Reformatting of #1305, with corrections. The repeat patterns from #19151 have been adopted. Musica ficta are editorial.

• (Posted 2009-04-02)  CPDL #19151:  (Tablature with transcription)   (MusiXTex)

Editor: Christian Mondrup (submitted 2009-04-02).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 55 kB   Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: With lute tablature plus keyboard transcription of the tablature. MusiXTex file is zipped.

• (Posted 2000-08-29)  CPDL #01305:        (Finale 2000)

Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-08-29).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 36 kB   Copyright: CPDL

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General Information

Title: Che fai, Dori, che pensi?
Composer: Orazio Vecchi

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

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1590 in Selva di varia ricreatione, no. 21
    2nd published: 1597 in Fiori del Giardino, no. 7
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• Facsimiles published by The Royal Library, Copenhagen

Original text and translations

Italian text Che fai, Dori, che pensi? Avrò mai pace, Pace e letizia avrai. Deh! Dimmi l’hora Quando vedrai dal ciel scender l’aurora. Che fai, Dori, che parli? Avrò mai tregua? Tregua e conforto avrai. Deh! Dimmi il punto Quando Febo da noi sarà disgiunto. Fugga dunque la luce, e’l biond’Apollo Tosto i bei raggi asconda, e vien tu sera Vientene via volando anzi ch’io pera.

English translation What are you doing, Doris, what are you thinking? Shall I never know peace? You shall have peace - and joy. Alas, when shall that be? When you see Dawn descend from the sky. What are you doing, Doris, what are you saying? Shall I never have any respite? You shall have respite - and comfort. Alas, when shall that be? When Phoebus departs from us. Then let the light be gone, and golden-haired Apollo: hide soon the resplendent rays, and come, evening, come, fly away before I perish. Translation by Mick Swithinbank