Fall, 2001: A Renaissance Love Feast

Saturday, November 10, 8 pm
Temple Beth-El, 3055 Porter Gulch Road, Aptos

Ariose, a 14-member a capella vocal group, will present passionate and humorous love songs from the 16th and 17th centuries in English, French, Italian, and German.  Composers include the stars of the Renaissance and early Baroque (Josquin Des Prez, Claudio Monteverdi, Thomas Morley,  Thomas Weelkes, et al.) as well as some well-kept secrets.  Interspersed with the vocal offerings will be complementary works for recorder ensemble played by Flauti Dolci on Renaissance recorders.

Ariose, directed by Leta Miller
Josh Bongers
Alison Carrillo 
Jas Cluff
Rosella Crawford-Bathurst
Dan Landry
Michael McGushin
Alan Miller
Patrick North
Ruth Schmitz
Alison Skinner
Maria Stolz
Susan Parrish
Michael Vojvoda
Susana Wessling
Flauti Dolci, directed by Carol Panofsky
Eli Hollander
Jane Orzel
Carol Panofsky
Marion Rubinstein
Gabrielle Stocker



        O Care, thou wilt despatch me                                                         Thomas Weelkes (1576-1623)
                O care, thou wilt despatch me, if music do not match thee.
                 So deadly dost thou sting me, mirth only help can bring me.
                Hence care, thou art too cruel, come music sick man's jewel.
                 His force had well nigh slain me, but thou must now sustain me.

        La Spagna                                                                                         Josquin Des Prez (c. 1440-1521)

        Cor mio, mentre vi miro                                                                    Claudio Monteverdi (1567-1643)
                My heart, while I gaze upon you, I visibly transform myself into you.
                And transformed, then, in a single sigh, I breathe out my soul.
                O deathly beauty, O vivifying beauty,
                Since so quickly is a heart reborn through you, and born through you, dies.

        Ahi possanza d'amor                                                                         Maddelena Casulana (c. 1544-after 1583)
                Ah, the power of love,
                Which simultaneously offers me both hope and fear in my heart.
                I can beg from you both death and life.
                I burn and I freeze, and I am silent.
                And loudly I cry for help at my peril; then I beg for death.
                Thus I serve anotherís happy appearance.

        Pavane "Mille regretz"                                                                      Josquin, arr. by Tylman Susato (c. 1510-1570)

        Gel' ha madonna il core                                                                     Gioseppe Caimo (c. 1540-1584)
                My lady has ice for a heart and flame for a face.
                I am ice without; the fire is all gathered within.
                This comes about because love dwells in her forehead and in my breast
                Nor does Love's pleasure ever change
                So that I might have it before my eyes, she in her heart.

        Fantasia a 4                                                                                     William Byrd (c. 1540-1623)

        Fire, Fire!                                                                                        Thomas Morley (1557 or 58-1602)
                Fire, fire! My heart! O, I burn me! Alas!
                O help, alas! Ay me, I sit and cry me
                 And call for help, but none comes nigh me.
                I burn, alas! Ay me, will none come quench me?
                 O cast water on and drench me!

III. LOVE'S JOYS (with apologies to Jesse Helms)
        Il estoit une fillette                                                                         Clement Janequin (c. 1485-1558)
                There was once a little girl who wanted to learn the game of love.
                     One day when she was all alone, I taught her two or three of its tricks.
                After she had gotten a taste, she said to me with a smile on her face:
                     "In the beginning it seemed dull, but the end was really quite nice!"
                I told her, "Don't tempt me!" she said, "Do it again!"
                     I grabbed her, squeezed her, frisked her.
                She was crying, "Please don't stop!" I told her, "You'll ruin me,
                     Let me go now, baby, you commit great sin."
                But when she came to feel the sweet moment, you would have seen her move so tenderly
                As her tired heart fluttered hard and sharply. But, thank God, hers was the sweetest agony.

        Bransle gay                                                                                    Claude Gervaise (fl. 1540-1560)

        Vola pensier, Torna pensier                                                            Caimo
                Fly, my thought, forth from my breast.
                     Go swiftly to the lovely face of my bright star.
                     Tell her courteously and with love: "Here is my heart for you."
                Return, my thought into my breast,
                     Quickly leave the lovely face of my bright star.
                     Tell him, since you are aflame with new ardor: "Give me back my heart."

        Canzon "La Lusignuola" (The Nightingale)                                    Tarquinio Merula (ca. 1590-1665)

        El Grillo                                                                                         Josquin
                The cricket is a good singer, who holds a long note.
                     "Dale, beve," sings the cricket. The cricket is a good singer.
                But he is not like other birds, who sing awhile and then go elsewhere.
                     The cricket stands firm.
                And when it gets hot, he sings all the time for love.


We dedicate this group to those who lost loved ones in the
September terrorist attacks in New York and Washington
        Lacci, catene, ceppi                                                                          Giaches de Wert (1535-1596)
                Snares, chains and fetters
                Yoke, prison, arrows (or darts)
                Flames and ice; though heaven protects me,
                It does not allow me a single day without you
                Love, do what you can!
                Though I suffer much, I'm but little conscious of it
                So sweet is the cause of my torment.

        Lachrimae Antiquae Novae                                                              John Dowland (1563-1626)

        Da Jakob                                                                                         Ludwig Senfl (ca. 1486-1543)
                There Jacob now saw the coat; with great sorrow, then, he spoke:
                "O woe! such great distress! My dear son, he is dead.
                The wild beast has torn him apart and has bitten him with his teeth.
                O Joseph, Joseph, my dear son, who will now comfort me in my old age?
                For I must perish from sorrow and go sadly to this earth."

        In nomine                                                                                        Thomas Tallis (ca. 1505-1585)

        Innsbruck, ich muss dich lassen                                                     Heinrich Isaac (ca. 1450-1517)
                Innsbruck, I must leave you.
                    I am going on my way into a foreign land. My joy is taken from me.
                    I know not how to regain it, while in such misery.
                I must now endure great pain
                    which I confide only to my dearest love.
                    O beloved, find pity in your heart for me, that I must part from you.
                My comfort above all other women,
                    I shall always be yours, forever faithful in honor true.
                    May the good Lord protect you and keep you in your virtue for me, till I return.

        Baisez-moy                                                                                 Josquin
                Kiss me, my sweet friend! I pray to you for love.
                (She): "Donít do it." (He): "Why not?"
                (She): "If I messed around my mom would marry me off."
                That's it!

        Soupirs d'amour                                                                         Henri Fresneau (fl. 1538-1554)
                Sighs of love, thoughts of pleasure,
                You who give me hope of success with my love,
                Grant my wish for such rejoicing that it might never end for me.

        Il est bel et bon                                                                            Pierre Passereau (fl. 1509-47)
                My husband is handsome and good, you busybody!
                     There were two women from the same town
                     Saying to each other, "Do you have a good husband?"
                My husband is handsome and good, you busybody!
                     He doesn't get angry with me or beat me.
                     He does the housekeeping; he feeds the hens; and I take my pleasures!
                     It's something to laugh about, when the hens cry, "Little coquette, what's this?"
                My husband is handsome and good, you busybody!

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