Robert Spencer – la regina gioiosa

Thomas Campion (o Campian; 1567 - 1620): Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee, ayre (pubblicato nel Third Booke of Ayres, 1617, n. 8). Alfred Deller, controtenore; Robert Spencer, liuto.
Deller morì a Bologna il 16 luglio 1979.

Shall I come, sweet Love, to thee
When the evening beams are set?
Shall I not excluded be,
Will you find no feigned let?
Let me not, for pity, more
Tell the long hours at your door.
Who can tell what thief or foe,
In the covert of the night,
For his prey will work my woe,
Or through wicked foul despite?
So may I die unredressed
Ere my long love be possesed.
But to let such dangers pass,
Which a lover’s thoughts disdain,
’Tis enough in such a place
To attend love’s joys in vain:
Do not mock me in thy bed,
While these cold nights freeze me dead.

John Dowland (1563 - 1626): Come away, come, sweet love, ayre (pubblicato nel First Booke of Songes or Ayres, 1597, n. 11):
– versione a 4 voci con accompagnamento di liuto: The Consort of Musicke, dir. Anthony Rooley;
– versione a 1 voce con accompagnamento di liuto: Alfred Deller. controtenore; Robert Spencer, liuto.

Come away, come, sweet love,
the golden morning breaks.
All the earth, all the air
of love and pleasure speaks:
teach thine arms then to embrace
and sweet rosy lips to kiss,
and mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty’s grace,
viewing, rueing love’s long pain
procur’d by beauty’s rude disdain.

Come away, come, sweet love,
the golden morning wastes,
while the sun from his sphere
his fiery arrows casts:
making all the shadows fly,
playing, staying in the grove,
to entertain the stealth of love.
Thither sweet love let us hie,
flying, dying in desire,
wing’d with sweet hopes and heav’nly fire.

Come away, come, sweet love,
do not in vain adorn
beauty’s grace, that should rise
like to the naked morn:
lilies on the river’s side,
and fair Cyprian flow’rs new-blown,
desire no beauties but their own.
Ornament is nurse of pride,
pleasure, measure love’s delight:
haste then sweet love our wishèd flight.

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In the covert of the night

Lilies on the river’s side