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Juan Hidalgo - Noble en Tinacria naciste

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Uploaded on Nov 24, 2010

Juan Hidalgo de Polanco
(Madrid, 1614 - 1685)

De la ópera barroca "Celos aun del aire matan" fechada en 1660, con libreto de Pedro Calderón de la Barca.
Se trata del primer intento de fiesta real de ópera cantada que se conserva en España.


Noble en Tinacria naciste, y como nunca se aúnen
de la fortuna y la sangre las varias solicitudes,
cansando al mundo vivías, por lo mal que en él se sufre,
sobre escaseces de pobre, las vanidades de ilustre.

Quiso Dios y su ventura que en este estado te acude
la herencia de un tío que en Lidia mataron sus senectudes,
con cuyas nuevas alegre por estar puesto en costumbre
que se regocije el vivo de lo que el muerto se pudre,
a tomar la posesión venías, cuando en la cumbre
de aquel monte, los cielos quisieron que el eco escuches
de una desmayada voz, y que de oírla resulte
que una ninfa pague en sangre lo que otra en ayre consume.

Volvimos porque no sea la relación pesadumbre
a buscar nuestros caballos que por esos cerros huyen,
cuando otra vez nos hallamos, sin saber para qué use
de voces contigo amor; pues en lo tierno y lo dulce
de tu condición, no dudé cuanto es diligencia inútil,
quien siempre tuvo buen pleito, ver que a voces lo reduce.
Segunda vez la tal ninfa viste; y en vez de que busques
los caballos, y te vayas donde acomodado triunfes,
veo que en una alquería te albergas, y en ella, el lustre
de tu esplendor disfrazado en tosco sayal encubres.
¿Qué es esto, señor?




You were born a noble in Sicily,
and since the various demands
of fortune and lineage never unite,
you lived, tiring the world
because poverty's deprivations
are suffered badly by
the vanities of nobility.
God and your fortune desired
that to you should come
the inheritance of an uncle,
killed by old age in Lydia;
with such good news, happy
(for customarily the living
rejoice as the dead rot)
you came to take possession of it,
when, on the summit
of that mountain, the heavens
wanted you to hear the echo
of a distressed voice,
and the result of your hearing it
is that one nymph pays in blood
for what consumes another in air.
We returned (to get back to my story
so that it doesn't become boring)
to look for our horses, which were
running through these hills,
when here again we find ourselves,
without knowing why love
uses voices to affect you;
(given the tenderness and sweetness of your
condition, I did not doubt that my
diligence would be useless;
and now, as always, he who has the better
case is reduced to shouting!)
You saw the nymph a second time,
and instead of looking for the
horses and going to where you might
comfortably triumph,
I see that you are lodged,
in a farmhouse, and you cover
the luster of your splendor,
disguised in coarse sackcloth.
What is this, sir?


Performers: The Newberry Consort
(Andrew Lawrence-King)
Images: Cephalus, Aurora, Procris, Diana, Clarin

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