Quando sperai del mio servir mercede (Claudio Monteverdi)

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  • (Posted 2021-11-24)  CPDL #66866:       
Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2021-11-24).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 106 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Version 1.1 - First part repeated, text underlay for all verses.
  • (Posted 2021-11-24)  CPDL #66865:       
Editor: Peter Rottländer (submitted 2021-11-24).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 106 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Transposed one octave down for male voices. Version 1.1 - First part repeated, text underlay for all verses.
  • (Posted 2003-04-22)  CPDL #04814:  Icon_pdf_globe.gif Icon_snd_globe.gif
Editor: Tobias Schoelkopf (submitted 2003-04-22).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 35 kB   Copyright: Personal
Edition notes: listed as Canzonette Nr. 8

General Information

Title: Quando sperai del mio servir mercede
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi

Number of voices: 3vv   Voicing: SSA
Genre: SecularMadrigal

Language: Italian
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1584 in Canzonette a tre voci, no. 10
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Original text and translations

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Quando sperai del mio servir mercede
e’l guidardon de la mia pura fede
altri il mio ben m’ha tolto
e’l frutt’ohimé de mie fatiche ha colto.

Speravo ahi lasso posseder mia diva
altri hor di speme, e del mio ben mi priva baciando il caro volto
e’l frutto ohimé de mie fatiche ha colto.

Credevo pur in fin di tante pene
godere il caro mio bramato bene
hor altri me l’ha tolto
e’l frutto ohimé de mie fatiche ha colto.

Così per sé far l’ape ogn’anno crede
misera il mele, e mai non lo possiede
che altri le fura e toglie
il dolce frutto e le sue care spoglie.