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O cessate di piagarmi (Alessandro Scarlatti)

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Contributor: David Newman (submitted 2008-07-31).   Score information: Letter, 2 pages,     Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Cross posting by Art Song Central - Lyrics in both Italian and English - English lyrics by Dr. Theodore Baker - Edition in E Minor.

General Information

Title: O cessate di piagarmi
Composer: Alessandro Scarlatti
Lyricist: Nicoló Minato (ca.1630-1698)

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Soprano Solo
Genre: Secular, Aria

Language: Italian
Instruments: Piano

Published: In 1904 in "Anthology of Italian song of the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries".

Description: The aria "O cessate di piagarmi" is from an aria in the opera "Pompeo".

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Original text and translations

Italian.png Italian text

O cessate di piagarmi,
O lasciatemi morir!
Luc’ ingrate,
Dispietate,
Più del gelo e più del marmi
Fredde e sorde a’ miei martir.


Più d'un angue, più d'un aspe
crudi e sordi a' miei sospir,
[occhi alteri,
ciechi e fieri,]1
voi potete risanarmi,
e godete al mio languir.


English.png English translation

Sesto:
O stop wounding me,
O leave me to die!
eyes so ungrateful, merciless,
more than ice and more than marble
cold and deaf to my sufferings!
and you enjoy my fainting.


More than a snake, more than an asp,
cruel and unhearing to my sighs,
eyes so proud,
unseeing and ferocious,
you have power to make me well again,
and you enjoy my fainting.


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