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cover: Antoine Watteau, Two Studies ofa Violinist Tuning His Instrument (detail),

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The Sixty-eighth Season of

The William Nelson Cromwell and F. Lammot Belin

Concerts

National Gallery ofArt

2,748th Concert

National Gallery ofArt Vocal Ensemble

and

National Gallery ofArt Chamber Players

Presented in honor of Renaissance to Revolution:

French Drawingsfrom the National Gallery ofArt, 1500-1800

November 15, 2009

Sunday Evening, 6:30 pm

West Building, West Garden Court

Admissionfree
The Musicians

NATIONAL GALLERY OF ART VOCAL ENSEMBLE

The National Gallery of Art Vocal Ensemble is now in its sixth season as a

chamber choir under the leadership of artistic director Rosa Lamoreaux.

The choir has presented special programs in honor of Gallery exhibitions, 

including part-songs and anthems by nineteenth-century English composers in honor of The Artist’s Vision: Romantic Traditions in Britain (2006)

and seventeenth-century Dutch music in honor ofJan Lievens: A Dutch

Master Rediscovered (2008) and Pride ofPlace: Dutch Cityscapes ofthe Golden

Age (2009). In January 2008 the singers were guest artists at the Sonora,

Mexico, Music Festival, where they sang a program of Spanish and Hispanic

choral music. In January 2010 members ofthe Vocal Ensemble will join 

forces with the early music ensemble artek to be the first ensemble

to perform Claudio Monteverdi’s Vespers ofthe Blessed Virgin (1610) on the 

occasion ofits 400th anniversary year.

Members ofthe ensemble participating in this concert are:

Rosa Lamoreaux, artistic director and soprano

Rebecca Kellerman Petretta, soprano

Barbara Hollinshead, mezzo-soprano

Roger Isaacs, countertenor

Stephen White, tenor

Jerry Kavinski, tenor

Steven Combs, baritone

Peter Becker, bass-baritone

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Upcoming Concerts at the National Gallery of Art

Thomas Mastroianni, pianist

Stephen Ackert, narrator

A Suite bergamasque in Music and Art

November 18, 2009

Wednesday, 12:10 pm

West Building Lecture Hall

&

Richard Stoltzman, clarinetist

Yehudi Weiner, pianist

Music by Carter, Reich, and Wyner

First concert in the 64th American Music Festival

Presented in honor of The Robert and Jane

MeyerhojfCollection: Selected Works

November 22, 2009

Sunday Evening, 6:30 pm

East Building Auditorium
The Musicians

NATIONAL GALLERY OF ART VOCAL ENSEMBLE

The National Gallery of Art Vocal Ensemble is now in its sixth season as a

chamber choir under the leadership of artistic director Rosa Lamoreaux.

The choir has presented special programs in honor of Gallery exhibitions, 

including part-songs and anthems by nineteenth-century English composers in honor of The Artist’s Vision: Romantic Traditions in Britain (2006)

and seventeenth-century Dutch music in honor ofJan Lievens: A Dutch

Master Rediscovered (2008) and Pride ofPlace: Dutch Cityscapes ofthe Golden

Age (2009). In January 2008 the singers were guest artists at the Sonora,

Mexico, Music Festival, where they sang a program of Spanish and Hispanic

choral music. In January 2010 members ofthe Vocal Ensemble will join 

forces with the early music ensemble artek to be the first ensemble

to perform Claudio Monteverdi s Vespers ofthe Blessed Virgin (1610) on the 

occasion ofits 400th anniversary year.

Members ofthe ensemble participating in this concert are:

Rosa Lamoreaux, artistic director and soprano

Rebecca Kellerman Petretta, soprano

Barbara Hollinshead, mezzo-soprano

Roger Isaacs, countertenor

Stephen White, tenor

Jerry Kavinski, tenor

Steven Combs, baritone

Peter Becker, bass-baritone

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NATIONAL GALLERY OF ART CHAMBER PLAYERS

The National Gallery of Art Chamber Players specialize in the interpretation

ofinstrumental music written before 1750. They first appeared in concert 

at the end ofthe 2006-2007 season, performing “A Musician’s Travels in

Sound, 1430-1700” in honor of the exhibition Fabulous Journeys and Faraway Places: Travels on Paper, 1450-1700. In June 2008 they were invited to

perform music ofJohann Sebastian Bach at the Washington Early Music

Festival, and last November they joined the Gallery’s Vocal Ensemble in a

program honoring Jan Lievens: A Dutch Master Rediscovered.

National Gallery Chamber Players participating in this concert are:

Vera Kochanowsky, harpsichord

John Armato, theorbo and lute

Daniel Rippe, bass viol

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Program

i. Madrigals and Songs for the Court

Pierre de Villiers (1536-1559)

Si vous voulez

Severin Cornet (1530-1582)

Avecque vous

Reynaldo Hahn (1874-1947)

Un loyal coeur

Vivons, mignarde

Anthoine Boesset (1586-1643)

Objet dont les charmes si doux

Claudin de Sermisy (1490-1562)

Tant que vivray

Hahn

Pleurez avec moi!

En vous disant adieu

Adrian Willaert (1490-1562)

Sur lejolijonc

Antoine Gardane (1509-1569)

Douce memoire

Hahn

Comment se peut-ilfaire ainsi?

Le Founders d’ ete

Jean Planson (1559-1612)

La Rousee dujoly mois de may

INTERMISSION

NATIONAL GALLERY OF ART CHAMBER PLAYERS

The National Gallery of Art Chamber Players specialize in the interpretation

ofinstrumental music written before 1750. They first appeared in concert

at the end ofthe 2006-2007 season, performing “A Musician’s Travels in

Sound, 1430-1700” in honor ofthe exhibition Fabulous Journeys and Faraway Places: Travels on Paper, 1450-1700. In June 2008 they were invited to

perform music ofJohann Sebastian Bach at the Washington Early Music

Festival, and last November they joined the Gallery’s Vocal Ensemble in a

program honoring Jan Lievens: A Dutch Master Rediscovered.

National Gallery Chamber Players participating in this concert are:

Vera Kochanowsky, harpsichord

John Armato, theorbo and lute

Daniel Rippe, bass viol

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Texts and Translations

National Gallery of Art Vocal Ensemble, November 15, 2009

Si vous voulez

Si vous voulez nr amour avoir,

A tout jamais sans departir,

Pensez de faire a mon plaisir

Et jamais ne me decevoir.

Avecque vous

Avecque vous mon amour finira,

Puisque mon coeur est en vous seulement.

Plaise vous done avoir contentement,

Car le corps mort,

L’ esprit vous servira.

Un loyal Coeur

Le trouverai-je jamais,

Un loyal coeurjoint au mien

A qui je soye tout sien

Sans departir desormais?

A deviser par souhaits,

Souvent m’y es bas!

Eh bien le trouverai-je...

Autant vaut si je m’en tais car,

Certainement,

Je tiens qu’il ne s’en fera ja rien;

En toute chose a ung mais.

Le trouverai-je jamais un loyale coeur...

Vivons, mignarde

(Sur un rythme de Lully)

Vivons, mignarde

Vivons et suivons

Les ebats qu’Amour nous donne

Sans que de vieux rechignes renfrognes,

Le sot babil nous etonne.

Les jours qui viennent et vont se refont

Se refont le soleil mort se releve;

Mais une trop longue nuit,

Las! nous suit apres

Une clarte breve!

Tandis que nous la voyons,

Employons ce beau vivre,

O ma meline,

£a done, mignonne,

(Poem by Charles d’Orleans)

If you want to have my love

eternal and unbroken,

think then to please me

And never to deceive me.

With only you my love will end,

since my heart is entirely yours.

May your therefore be content,

for even ifmy body die,

My spirit will serve you.

(Poem by Charles d’Orleans)

Will I never find

a loyal heart joined to mine

to which I will be all his

Without being tom apart?

conversing only through wishes

often is what I am reduced to

Alas! Will I never find...

It’s just as well as ifI would not say anything

certainly,

I consider that it will never happen

Because to everything there is a doubt.

Will I never find a loyal heart...

(Poem by Jean-Antoine de Baif)

Let us go, my dearie,

let’s leave and follow

the thing that love gives to us

without the old folks, grumpy and fussing,

Or the idiot’s babbling surprising us.

Days come and go, and remake themselves 

As the dead sun rises again.

But the night, so long,

Alas! follows us after

The short day!

While we can see it,

Let's use this beautiful way of life,

O my dearest,

Lor then, sweetest.
Viens-t

’en et me tends

Ta bouchette, Coraline!

Objet dont les charmes si doux

Objet dont les charmes si doux M’ont enchaisne sous vostre empire,

Lors que je suis absent de vous

Mes pleurs tesmoignent mon martyre :

Et quand je revoy vos appas,

Un excez de plaisir me donne le trespas.

Qui veut garder sa liberte,

Doits’esloigner de vostre veue :

IIn’est ny grace ny beaute

Dont le Ciel ne vous ait pourveue...

Et la conquested’un amant

Ne coustea vos beaux yeux

Qu’un regard seulement.

Doncques pour eviter la mort,

Quelle fortune dois-je suivre

?

Sans vous jem’afflige si fort

Qu’ilm’est impossible de vivre :

Et quand je revois vos appas

Un excez de plaisir me donne le trespas.

Tant que vivrai

Tant que vivrai en age florissant,

Je serviraid’amour le roi puissant

En fais, en dits, en chanson et accords.

Par plusieursjoursm’a tenu languissant,

Et puis apresm’a fait rejouissant,

Carj’ai Eamour de la belle au gent corps.

Son alliance,c’est nra fiance,

Son coeur est mien, le mien est sien,

Fi de tristesse, Vive liesse,

Puisqu'en amoursa tant de bien.

Quand je la veux servir et honorer,

Quand par ecrits veux son nom decorer,

Quand je la vois, et visite souvent,

Les envieux n’en font que murmurer.

Mais notre amour

n’en saurait moins durer

Autant ou plus en emporte le vent.

Malgre envie, toute ma vie

Je Eaimerai, et chanterai : ‘C’est la premiere, c’est la derniere,

quej’ai servie, et servirai.’

you will come here and offer to me

Your little mouth, Coraline!

Object whose gentle charms

have chained me to your empire,

whenI am away from you

my tears testify to my martyrdom :

and whenI see again your charms,

An excess of pleasure kills me.

He who would retain his freedom,

should flee from the sight of you :

There is no grace nor beauty

that the heavens have not granted you :

and the conquest ofa lover

costs your beautiful eyes A mere glance.

So to avoid death,

what path shouldI follow?

without youI am so afflicted

that life is impossible :

and whenI see again your charms

An excess of pleasure kills me.

(Poem by C. Marot)

WhileI am in my prime

I will serve the mighty god of love

In deed, word, song, and harmony.

For

a long time he left me languishing,

but after he made me rejoice,

For nowI have the love ofa shapely beauty.

Her alliance is pledged to me,

her heart is mine and mine is hers.

Fie sadness, long live gladness,

For there is so much good in love.

WhenI want to serve and honor her,

When in writingI want to decorate her name,

WhenI see her and often call upon her,

The envious do nothing but complain.

But our love will nonetheless endure.

For as long as the winds do blow.

In spite of envy, all my life I will love her, and I will sing : ‘She is the first, she is the last,

ThatI have served or will ever serve.'

Pleurez avec moi!

Pleurez avec moi, tendres fleurs,

Apportez, ormeaux, les rosees

De vos mignardes epousees

Comme larmes parmi les pleurs

De moi afflige qui ne puis

Pleurer autant que j'aid’ennuis.

Cygne mourant, que votre voix

Delaisse la Tourve fachee!

Laissez votre branche sechee,

Tourterelles, quittez les bois

Et pleurez pour moi

Qui ne puis pleurer autant

Quej’aid’ennuis!

Pleurez aussi,l’aube du jour:

Belle aurore, je vous convie A meler une douce pluie

Parmi les pleurs de mon amour, D’un amour pour qui

Je ne puis pleurer autant

Quej’aid’ennuis.

Pleurez6 rochers, mes douleurs 

De vos argentines fontaines.

De moi qui souffre plus de peines

Que je ne puis trouver de pleurs;

Pour moi, douloureux,

Qui ne puis trouver tant

De pleurs qued’ennuis!

En vous disant adieu

Dans la maniered Antoine Boesset

En vous disant adieu je vous jure,

Sylvie, de vous aimer toute la vie

Et Famourm’est temoin 

Des serments que je fais.

II passe en ce moment 

De vos yeux dans mon ante

Ets’y peint dans mon coeur

Avec un trait de flamme

Que1’absence

Et le temps n’effaceront jamais!

(Poem by Agrippad’Aubigne)

Cry with me, sweet flowers,

bring to me, elm trees, the dew,

of your many, dear mates,

mingling like tears among the sobs

ofmy affliction, becauseI cannot

Cry enough for such agony.

Dying swan, may your voice

lay aside your anger

let your branch dry,

turtle doves, leave the woods,

and cry for me

who cannot cry enough

For such agony!

Cry also, oh dawn,

beautiful sunset,

I invite you

to blend sweet rain

with the tears of my love,

for whichI cannot

cry enough 

For such agony.

Cry oh rocks, my suffering

Is like your streams ofsilver water.

For myself, who suffers more pain

thanI can find tears to cry;

For myself, so sorrowful,

who cannot find enough tears to shed

For such agony!

(Poem Anonymous 17th cent.)

Telling you farewell,I swear,

Sylvia, to love you all my life

and love is my witness

asI make this vow to you.

It passes at this moment

from your eyes to my soul,

and is depicted in my heart

witha stroke ofa flame

that neither absence

nor time can erase!
Sur le joli jonc

Sur le joli jonc ma douce amie,

Sur le joli jonc nous ebattons.

En ce joli Mai gracieux,

Savoureux et amoureux

Ou nobles amours se rassemblent,

Je trouvai nr amie au lieu

Tant joyeux, solacieux.

Ou notre amour recommengames,

Aupres du joli jonc,

Sur le joli jonc nous ebattons.

Douce Memoire

Douce memoire en plaisir consumee, O siecle heureux qui cause tel savoir.

La fermete de nous deux tant aimee,

Quia nos mauxa su si bien pourvoir,

Or maintenanta perdu son pouvoir,

Rompant le but de ma seul’ esperance,

Servantd’exemplea tous piteuxa voir.

Fini le bien, le mal soudain commence.

Comment se peut-il faire ainsi?

Comment se peut-il faire ainsi?

En une seule creature

Que tant ait des biens de nature

Dont chacun en est ebahi?

Oncques tel chef-d’oeuvre ne vy,

Mieux accompli, outre mesure.

Comment se peut-il faire ainsi

En une seule creature?

Mes yeux cuidai qu’eusent menti

Quand apporterent sa figure

Devers mon coeur en portraiture.

Mais vrai fut, et plus que ne di !

Comment se peut-il faire ainsi?

Les fourriersd’Ete

Les fourriersd’Ete sont venus

Pour appareiller son logis

Et ont fait tendre ses tapis

De fleurs et verdure tissus !

En etendant tapis velus

Et vertd’herbe par le pays.

Cceursd’ennui piega morfondus

Dieu merci, sont sains et jobs !

In the nice hay, my sweet love,

In the nice hay we frolic.

In this merry month of Mai, full of grace

pleasure and love,

in which true loves unite. I found my love in that place

Full ofjoy and solace

where our love began

near the nice hay.

In the nice hay we frolic.

(Poem by King Francis I)

Sweet memory consummated in pleasure,

Our happy time ofsuch understanding.

The constancy of our two loving souls

which could triumph over all adversity

has now lost all its former power

and all my hopes have been dashed, A sad case for pitying eyes to see.

Happiness is done, misfortune has beset us.

(Poem by Charlesd’Orleans)

How can this be so?

thata sole creature

can be so gifted from nature

that everyone is amazed

?

Never sucha masterpiece has been seen

so well accomplished, beyond measure-

How can this be so

thata sole creature?

My eyes thought this could not be true,

when her image was brought 

to my heart likea portrait.

But it was real, and more than was told.

How can this be so?

(Poem by Charlesd’Orleans)

The designers ofsummer have come

to decorate summer’s house

and put downa soft carpet

offlowers and green fibers.

spreading velvety rugs

of green grass through the country.

The heavy hearts so dark and sad,

thank God, are now sane and cheerful !

Allez vous-en prenez pays, Hiver,

Vous ne demeurez plus !

La rousee du joly mois de Mai

La rousee dujoly mois de Mai a mouille ma mie et moy

Ce fut alors quel’aurore

Commengoita se lever,

Qu’avec celle quej’adore

M’en allois au bois jouer.

La rousee dujoly mois...

Dessusl’herbette perlee

Au lieu le plus gracieux

Sans crainte de la rousee

Nous nous assimes tous deux.

La rousee dujoly mois...

Je lui conte le martire

Que j'ai souffert en l'aymant;

Ellem’escoutant soupire,

Puis me conte son tounnent.

La rousee dujoly mois...

Mille baisersje lui pille

Ellem’en derobe au tant,

Je lui en preste cent mille,

Elle les rend tout contant.

La rousee dujoly mois...

Ha! Mon mignon, ce dit elle,

C'est assez, vous avez tort,

Et cependant mon oreille

Elle bayse, puis la mord.

La rousee dujoly mois...

Je ne voudrais un empire,

Echangera mes amours.

Go, take yourself away, Winter,

Do not stay any longer !

The dew ofthe lovely month ofMay

Has covered my love and me.

It was at the very hour,

When the day began to break

With the ladyI adore

I went to the woods to play.

The dew ofthe lovely month...

And upon the pearly grass,

In the loveliest place of all,

Without fear ofthe dew

So we sat ourselves down.

The dew ofthe lovely month... I tell her ofthe agonies I suffer for loving her truly;

She listens to me and sighs,

Then tells of her torment too.

The dew ofthe lovely month...

SoI steala thousand kisses

She, in turn, undresses me; I give her a hundred thousand,

She returns them, contentedly.

The dew ofthe lovely month...

Oh, my darling, she says to me,

You’ve wronged me enough today

All the while my ear she pulls,

And then she tweaks away.

The dew ofthe lovely month... I wouldn't wish for an empire

In exchange for my amour.
J’aime trop mieux pouvoir dire,

Maintenant et a toujours.

La rousee dujoly mois...

I’m even happier that I can say,

Now, now and for evermore.

The dew> ofthe lovely month...

Domine salvum fac Regem

Domine salvum fac regem

et exaudi nos in die

qua invocaverimus te.

(Psalms 19)

Lord save the king

and hear us in the day

when we shall call you.

Dixit Dominus

Dixit Dominus Domino meo:

Sede a dextris meis,

Donee ponam inimicos tuos

Scabellum pedum tuorum.

Virgam virtutis tuae

Emittet Dominus ex Sion

Dominare in medio

Inimicorum tuorum.

Tecum principium in die virtutis

Tuae in die virtutis tuae

In splendoribus sanctorum:

Ex utero ante luciferum genui te.

Juravit Dominus et non poenitebit eum:

Tu es sacerdos in aetemum,

Secundum ordinem Melchisedech.

Dominus a dextris tuis,

Confregit in die irae suae reges.

Judicabit in nationibus,

Implebit ruinas,

Conquassabit capita 

in terra multorum.

de torrente in via bibet,

exaltabit caput.

Gloria Patri, et Filio

Et Spiritui Sancto

Sicut erat in principio,

Et nun, et semper

Et in saecula saeculorum, amen.

(Psalms 110)

The Lord said unto my Lord:

sit at my right hand,

until I make your enemies

your footstool.

The Lord shall send the sceptor

of your power out of Zion, saying

rule over your enemies

round about you.

In the beginning ofthy power

virtue was to you given

resplendent in holiness:

at birth you were blessed with gifts.

The Lord has sworn and will not change.

You are a priest forever

In the order of Melchisedech.

The Lord at your right hand,

has broken kings in the day of his anger.

He shall judge the nations:

and fill ruined places

and smite the heads

of diverse countries,

he will drink from the brook

and hold his head high.

Glory to the Father and the Son,

and the holy spirit,

as it was in the beginning

is now and ever shall be

forever, amen.

Au joli jeu du pousse avant

Au joli jeu du pousse avant

11 fait bon jouer.

L’autrier m’aloie ebaloier,

Je rencontrai la belle au corps gent.

The jolly game of pressing one’s suit

Is fun to play.

The other day I went to see what I could find,

I met a pretty little lass,

Souriant doucement, la vais baiser.

Elle en fait doute,

Mais je la boute,

Laissez trut avant.

Au joli jeu...

Pour un refus me faut laisser,

Propos lui tins amoureusement,

Souriant doucement la vais baiser.

Elle riotte, danse sans notte,

Laissez trut avant.

Au joli jeu...

smiling sweetly, I went to kiss her.

She was hesitant,

But I pressed her.

Come on, let’s go.

I did not accept the refusal,

I spoke to her lovingly,

Smiling sweetly, I went to kiss her

She giggled and danced without music,

Come on, let’s go !

Ton jus nous enchante

Air a deux

Ton jus nous enchante

(from 'Les delices champestres’)

Yourjuice enchants us,

Ta liqueur contente nos ardents desirs. your liquor satisfies our ardent desires.

Si 14 Amour nous presse dans notre tendresse, If Love presses us in our fondness 

Nous goutons les plaisirs we enjoy the pleasures

De l’une et fautre ivresse.

Heureux buveurs/amants,

C’est ainsi que coulent nos ans.

of one or the other intoxication.

Happy drinkers/lovers,

this is how our years slip by.

Bon vin, quoique ton pouvoir

Bon vin, quoique ton pouvoir

Soit divin,

Malgre toi nos joies

prendront fin.

Mais pendant que le temps s’ecoule,

Coule bon vin coule

Sans cesse coule.

Puisqu’on ne peut fixer nosjours

Gardons-nous de fixer ton cours.

(from 'Airs serieux et a Loire')

Good wine, though your power 

may be divine

Nevertheless our joys will

Make fine work of you.

But while time flies by

flow, good wine, flow,

Without ceasing.

Since we cannot plan the course of our days

Let’s be sure to plan the course of your flow.

La, la, la, bonjour

La, la, la, la, bonjour,

Bonjour pour tente mille annees

Chers compagnons, puisqu’icy nous voila,

Les favoris d’ut, re, mi, fa, sol, la,

Qu’icy nos voix soint desguesnees !

Chantons !

(from the Moliere play, ‘Le Mariageforce’)

La, la, la, la, good day,

Good day for thirty thousand years ;

My good companions, since here we are,

The favorites of do, re, mi, fa, sol, la,

Let here our voices be drawn and ready !

Let’s sing !

Mais que dirons-nous ?

Je m’en raporte a vous.

Que vous en semble ?

Je n’en s?ay rien.

But what shall we say ?

I leave it up to you.

What do you think best ?

I know not what to think.

Qu’importe ? Chantons tous What matter ? Let's sing
Ensemble mal ou bien !

Fagotons, a tort et a travers,

De mechant vers,

Les uns longs comme vers d’elegie,

Les autres ajambe racourcie.

Point de rime et point de raison !

Tout bruit forme melodie.

Tic toe, chic choc, nic noc, fric froc.

Peinte, verre, coupe, broc.

Ab hoc et ab hac.

Fran, fran pour le Seigneur Gratian !

Frin, frin pour le Seigneur Arlequin !

Fron, fron pour le Seigneur Pentalon !

O le joli concert, et la belle harmonie !

II est bel et bon

II est bel et bon, bon, bon commere,

Mon mari.

II etait deux femmes toutes d'un pays.

Disans Tune a Vautre :

Avez bon mari.

II est bel et bon, bon, bon commere,

Mon mari.

II ne me courousse,

Ne me bat aussi,

II fait le menage ;

II donne aux poulailles,

Et je prends mes plaisirs,

Commere, c’est pour rire,

Quand les poulailles orient,

‘Co co co co, petite coquette,

Qu’est ceci ?

II est bel et bon, bon, bon commere,

Mon mari.

Berger, que penses vous faire ?

Berger, que penses vous faire ?

Philis, je vous veux baiser.

Vous voules done me desplaire ?

M’en voudries vous refuser ?

Oui, vrayment.

Et comment ? Ma foy, vous me baiseres,

Non feray,

Si feres, ma foy, vous me baiseres

Non feray!

Philis vous me baiseres.

Par force on ne doit rien prendre

Plutot mourir qu'y faillir,

all together, ill or well !

Let’s make it up here and now,

some paltry verse ;

Some ofthese will be long like an elegy,

And others have legs a bit shorter.

It will do, so we say that

And noise makes melody.

Tic toe, chic choc, nic noc, fric froc.

Paint, wineglass, haircut, lock,

Ab hoc et ab hac.

Fran, fran for good Master Gratian !

Frin, frin for his lordship Harlequin !

Fron, fron for the noble Pantalon !

Oh, the lovely concert and the sweet harmony

He is a good chap, my husband,

I tell you neighbor.

There were two women from the country

asking each other

Do you have a good husband ?

He is a good chap, my husband,

I tell you neighbor.

He doesn’t annoy me

nor beat me,

he does the housework 

he feeds the chickens,

while I enjoy myself.

I tell you, it’s a laugh

when the chickens cluck,

Little coquette, cockle,-doodle,-doo.

What’s this ?’

He is a good chap, my husband,

I tell you neighbor.

Shepherd, what are you intending ?

Phillis, I want to kiss you.

You want to annoy me ?

My own, do you wish to refuse ?

Yes, indeed !

And why ? I swear, you will kiss me,

No, I won't,

Oh yes you will, I swear, you will kiss me

No I won’t.

Philis you will kiss me!

By force one does not give in

rather dying of one who fails

Ha, j’ay de quoy me deffendre

Et moy pour bien assaillir,

C’est beaucoup

A ce coup, Ma foy, vous me baiseres,

Non feray,

Si feres, ma foy, vous me baiseres

Non feray

Philis vous me baiseres.

Que ton audace m’estonne,

Un amant doit tout oser,

Ouy bien ce qu’Amour ordonne,

Quoy. deffend il de baiser ?

Ouy vrayment,

Nullement, Ma foy, vous me baiseres,

Non feray,

Si feres, ma foy, vous me baiseres

Non feray

Philis vous me baiseres.

Ha ! Ha ! cruel tu me blesse,

Et moy je meurs de plaisir,

Je te pardonne et me laisse,

Que dis-tu mon cher desir ?

Laisse moy,

He pourquoy ? Ma foy, vous me baiseres, 

Non feray,

Si feres, ma foy, vous me baiseres

Non feray.

Philis vous me baiseres.

Allez, allez

Allez, allez suivez ses pas,

Mon Coeur, ne Tabandonnez pas,

Demeurez toujours avec elle :

Amour vous donne cette loy,

N’estes-vous pas a cette belle,

Bien plus que vous n ’estes a moy ?

Quittez, quittez ces tristes lieux,

Le sort vous est trop rigoureux,

II vaut mieux mourir aupres d’elle :

Amour vous...

Je ne fus jamais si aise

Je ne fus jamais si aise,

que j’ai ete depuis trois jours,

Hey, I can defend myself

And I have another attack,

It is so much,

To this blow, I swear, you will kiss me,

No, I won’t,

Oh yes you will, I swear, you will kiss me

No I won’t.

Philis you will kiss me!

Your audacity astounds me,

A lover must dare all,

yes that’s what love commands,

So it forbids kissing ?

Yes indeed,

not at all I swear, you will kiss me,

No, I won’t,

Oh yes you will, I swear, you will kiss me

No I won't.

Philis you will kiss me!

Ah, ah, you have wounded me

and me, I die of pleasure 

I pardon you and give in,

What do you say, my dearest ?

leave me,

And why ? I swear, you will kiss me,

No, I won’t,

Oh yes you will, I swear, you will kiss me

No I won’t.

Philis you will kiss me!

(Poem by Jean Royer de Prades)

Go, go follow her steps

my Heart, do not abandon her ;

live always with her :

love gives you this law.

Are you not this beautiful lady’s

much more than you are mine ?

Leave, leave these sad places,

fate is too rigorous for you,

it is better to die near her :

love gives...

I have never been so at ease

as I have been for these last 3 days,
J

'ai danse touta mon aise,

Au son des fifres et tambours, 

Ah ! mon ami, et la, la, la. O beaux yeux qui savez O beaux yeux qui savez

Si doucement charmer,

Qu'il faut ou vivre aveugle

Ou mourir en servage. O beaux yeux m’avez apris A bien aymer

Que vous me faites

bien payer Fapprentissage. O beaux yeux, je ne voy

Ny ne vy que par vous

Je suis un corps sans ame

Absent de vostre veue

Mais des que je vous voy

Si riant et si doux

Amour pour nr animer 

en ame se transmue. O beaux yeux que je crains

En aymantd’offencer,

Si je pouvois redire

Avecques les parolles 

Ce que m'enseigne Tame

Avec le penser 

Vous auriez des autelz 

Et seriez nos idoles. O beaux yeux, je vous offre

Ainsi qu’on faict aux dieux

Mon ame en sacrifice 

Ardemment allumee.

L'offrande en est petite, helas

Maiso beaux yeux,

La faute en esta vous

L'avez consumee.

Revoici venir du Printemps

Refrain

:Revoici venir du Printemps

L ’amoureuse et belle saison.

I have danced like that

to the sound ofthe fife and drums. O my dear friend, la, la, la.

(Poem by Jean de Caen Bertaut) O beautiful eyes, who know

how to charm so sweetly

that you must either live blind

Or die in service (to love). O beautiful eyes, you that taught me

how to love so well,

you make me pay dearly

For your instruction. O beautiful eyes, I can't see

and never did see but only you, I am a body without a soul,

absent from your sight,

but as soon asI see you

so cheerful and so sweet

Love enlivens me

and the soul is revived. O beautiful eyes, that I fear

by loving, to offend,

ifI could say again

using the words,

that my soul was taught

within it

’s thoughts,

you would have an altar

and you would be our idols. O beautiful eyes, I offer you

the same as to the gods,

my soul in sacrifice,

ardently lit.

The gift is small, alas,

but,o beautiful eyes,

the fault is yours

Who have consumed it.

(Poem by Jean-Antoine de Bait)

Once again springtime returns,

The season oflove and beauty

Le courant des eaux recherchant. The currents of water seek again

Le canald’etes’eclaircit:

Et la mer calme de ces flots,

Amolit le triste courroux:

Le canards’egai’ se plongeant,

Et se lave coint dedans l'eau

Et la gru' qui fourche son vol,

Retraverse fair et s'en va.

(Refrain)

Le Soleil eclaire luisant

D'une plus sereine clarte:

Du nuage l'ombre s'enfuit,

Qui se jou’ et court et noircit 

Et forets et champs et coteaux,

Le labeur humain reverdit,

Et la pre decouvre ses fleurs.

(Refrain)

De Venus le fils Cupidon,

L'univers semant de ses trais,

De sa flamme va rechaufer.

Animaux, qui volent en fair,

Animaux, qui rampent aux champs

Animaux, qui nagent aux eaux.

Ce qui memement ne sent pas,

Amoureux se fond de plaisir.

(Refrain)

Rions aussi nous: et cherchons 

Les ebats et jeux du Printemps 

Toute chose rit de plaisir:

Celebrons la gaie saison,

its summer channel, and are clear.

and the calm sea with waves

mollifies its unhappy turbulence.

The duck, delights in diving

and washes itself quietly in the water.

and the crane with its broken flight

traverses the sky and flies away

The sun shining brightly,

with

a most serene light,

chases the shadows from the clouds

which play and run and darken.

Forests and fields and hillsides,

with human labor are green again,

and the prairie unveils its flowers.

Cupid, the son of Venus,

Scatters his darts over the world

And with his flame will rekindle

animals who fly in the sky,

animals who crawl in the fields,

animals who swim in the water.

Even that which has no feeling

Feels love and pleasure.

Let us laugh too and let us seek

the revels and games ofspringtime

everything laughs with pleasure

let us praise the happy season.

(Refrain)