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

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Editor: Christian Mondrup (submitted 2009-04-02).   Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 55 kbytes   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: With lute tablature plus keyboard transcription of the tablature. MusiXTex file is zipped.
Editor: Claudio Macchi (submitted 2000-08-29).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages, 36 kbytes   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Finale file is zipped.

General Information

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

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: a cappella
Published: Selva di Varia Ricreatione 1590

Description:

External websites:

  • Facsimiles published by The Royal Library, Copenhagen

Original text and translations

Italian.png 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 parti?
Avrò mai tregua?
Tregua e conforto avrai.
Deh! Dimmi il punto
Quando Febo da noi
Sar’ 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.png English translation
by Mick Swithinbank

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 thinking?
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.

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