Oyme, che ho preso il core (Peregrinus Cesena)

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• (Posted 2025-05-31)  CPDL #85253:        (Diplomatic score) (Practical score)

Editor: Andreas Stenberg (submitted 2025-05-31).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 129 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: A double edition: diplomatic score in mensural notation and practical score.

General Information

Title: Oyme, che ho preso il core
Composer: Peregrinus Cesena
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Madrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1505 in Frottole libro 2 (Petrucci, Venice), no. 23
Description: 

Original text and translations

Italian text Oyme, che ho preso il core   Per troppo amar con fede   E per servirte amore   Non trovo mai mercede   Oyme, che ho preso il core   Per troppo amar con fede Amor qual causa mai    ti mosse a tormentarmi    per non voler po mai    far conto daiutarmi        Oyme, che ho preso... O ciecho e falso amore    questalmahai tormentata    a privarmi del core    per darlo adyna ingrata        Oyme, che ho preso... E piu termo che stalma    non vol mecho restare    cosi con grave psalma    mi sento el cor manchare        Oyme, che ho preso... Non giova el lamentarmi    non giova esser fidele    chognor piu aconsumarmi    brama questa crudele        Oyme, che ho preso... E tu crudel fortuna    nemica ogni mai pace    sempre me fusti bruna    crudel impia e rapace        Oyme, che ho preso... Oyme so ben che invano    io mafaticho e piango    cosi con qeusto e piango    afflicto mi rimago        Oyme, che ho preso... E tu mia crudel dea    come ti doffre il core    lassarme in pena rea    questalmaper te more        Oyme, che ho preso... Horsu mia crudel sorte    pon fin al dol hormai    che meglio e una sol morte    che stentar sempre in guai        Oyme, che ho preso...

English translation Oh, I have made my heart   love too much, too faithfully   to serve you, love.   I never will never find mercy Oh, I have made my heart  love too much, too faithfully. Love, what ever cause do you have    to torment me,    saying: "I will not, ever,    have any solace in store for You." Oh, I have ... O, blind and false love,    you have tormented my soul,    robbed me of my heart,    only to give it to an ungrateful woman. Oh, I have ... And my soul perish of thirst,    I do not wish to stay.    So with grave psalms,    I will let my heart fail. Oh, I have ... There is no use to complain,    no use in being faithful.    I will nerver find recompense    while I long for this cruel one. Oh, I have ... And you, cruel destiny,    for ever the enemy of all peace,    you have always been dark,    cruel, wicked and rapacious. Oh, I have ... Oh, I know well: in vain    I labor and weep.    So will ever it be and I weep,    I remain afflicted. Oh, I have ... And you, my cruel goddess,    how can your heart stand    to leave me in this great pain,    this soul dies for you. Oh, I have ... Now, my cruel fate    make an end to this pain.    It is better to be dead,    than to always toil in trouble. Oh, I have ...