Vivaldi, Cantata RV 684, Cessate, omai cessate (part 1 of 2)

MusicSources, Berkeley, presents in a live performance:
Brian Asawa, countertenor
Josephine van Lier, baroque cello
Gilbert Martinez, harpsichord
And guests
David Sego, baroque violin
Aaron Westman, baroque violin
Amy Haltom, baroque viola
Farley Pierce, violone

ANTONIO VIVALDI (1678--1741)
Cantata RV 684
Cessate, omai cessate

Harpsichord tuning Vallotti temperament.

Friday October 8, 2010
Most Holy Redeemer Catholic Church
100 Diamond St.
San Francisco, CA

Cessate, omai cessate rimembranze crudeli
d'un affetto tiranno; gi`a barbare e spietate
mi cangiaste i contenti in un immenso
affanno. Cessate, omai cessate di lacerarmi
il petto, di trafiggermi l'alma, di toglier al
mio cor riposo e calma. Povero core afflitto
e abbandonato, se ti toglie la pace un affetto
tiranno, perch ìe un volto spietato, un'alma
infida la sola crudelt`a pasce ed annida.
Ah, ch'infelice sempre mi vuol Dorilla ingrata,
ah, sempre piu` spietata m'astringe a lagrimar.
Per me non v'`e ristoro, per me non v'`e piu`
spene. E il fier martoro e le mie pene, solo la morte pu`o consolar.
A voi dunque ricorro, orridi spechi, taciturni
orrori, solitari ritiri ed ombre amiche; tra
voi porto il mio duolo, perch ìe spero da
voi quella pietade che Dorilla inumana non annida.
Vengo, spelonche amate, vengo, spechi graditi,
alfine meco involto in11 mio tormento in voi resti sepolto.
Nell'orrido albergo, ricetto di pene, potr`o
il mio tormento sfogare contento, potr`o ad
alta voce chiamare spietata Dorilla l'ingrata, morire potr`o.
Andr`o d'Acheronte su la nera sponda,
tingendo quest'onda di sangue innocente,
gridando vendetta ed ombra baccante vendetta far`o.

Cease, henceforth cease, cruel memories of a
despotic love; heartless and pitiless, you have
turned my happiness into immense sorrow.
Cease, henceforth cease to tear my breast, to
pierce my soul, to rob my heart of peace and
calm. Wretched, injured and forsaken you are,
my heart, if a tyrannical passion can rob you
of tranquillity because a pitiless countenance,
a faithless soul, harbours and nurtures nothing but cruelty.
Ah, ungrateful Dorilla wishes me to remain
unhappy; ah, ever more pitilessly she forces out my tears.
For me there is no remedy, for me no more
hope. Only death will assuage my bitter pain and sorrow.
So it is to you, gloomy places, silent horrors,
lonely caves and friendly shades, that I come
and bring my grief, because I hope to obtain
from you a pity that is not to be found in ungrateful Dorilla.
Beloved caves, I come, I come, welcoming
places, until finally, racked by my pains, I will bury myself in you.
In this horrible refuge, sheltering from my
pains, I shall be able to give vent to my
grief, to call out: 'Dorilla heartless and
ungrateful', and to die. I'll go to the gloomy
banks of Acheron, staining that stream with
my blameless blood, crying for revenge and,
like the shade of a Bacchante, I will take my revenge.

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[mradaChris]

That was gorgeous!