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Editor: Robert van der Peijl (submitted 2009-08-09).   Score information: A4, 5 pages, 112 kB   Copyright: CPDL
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Editor: Rolf Maeder (submitted 2004-05-25).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 61 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: Previously hosted on external site. Uploaded to CPDL server 2007-11-24.

General Information

Title: Datemi pace
Composer: Cipriano de Rore

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB

Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

Published: 1557, Di Cipriano de Rore il secondo libro de madregali a quatro voci con una canzon di Gianneto sopra di Pace non trovo, Venice, Gardano

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Original text and translations

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Datemi pace, o duri miei pensieri:
Non basta ben ch’Amor fortuna e morte
Mi fanno guerra intorno e’n su le porte
Senza trovarmi dentro altri guerrieri?
E tu, mio cor, anchor se’ pur qual eri?
Disleal a me sol che fiere scorte
Vai ricettando e sei fatto consorte
De’ miei nemici si pronti e leggieri
In te i secreti suoi messaggi Amore
In te spiega fortuna ogni sua pompa
E morte la memoria di quel colpo
Che l’avanzo di me convien che rompa
In te i vaghi pensier s’arman d’errore:
Perche d’ogni mio mal te solo incolpo.