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Se non ti piacque in ingrat'abitaremadrigal by Paolo da Firenze SourcesLondon: British Library, Additional 29987, fol. 50v-51 (2/2);Paris: Bibliothèque Nationale, fonds italien 568, fol. 35v-36 (2/2). FacsimilesThe Manuscript London, British Museum Add. 29987, facsimile edition by Gilbert Reaney, [n.p.]: American Institute of Musicology, 1965. Musicological Studies and Documents 13, (Lo).Editions1. Italian Secular Music: Bartolino da Padova, Egidius de Francia, Giulielmus de Francia, Don Paolo da Firenze, edited by W. Thomas Marrocco, Monaco: Editions de L'Oiseau-Lyre, 1975. Polyphonic Music of the Fourteenth Century IX, p. 167 (Pn568).2. GOZZI, Marco. [London, British Library 29987: Transcription and Commentary], 2 vols., dissertation, Cremona, Scuola di paleografica musicale, University of Pavia: 1984-1985. 3. GARFORTH, Constance C. The Lo Manuscript: A Trecento Collection, Ph.D. dissertation, Northwestern University: 1983. 4. The Music of Fourteenth-Century Italy, edited by Nino Pirrotta and Ursula Günther, Rome: American Institute of Musicology. Corpus Mensurabilis Musicae 8/VI. [forthcoming] Text EditionsCORSI, Giuseppe. Poesie musicali del Trecento, Bologna: Commissione per i testi di lingua, 1970, p. 271.Literature1. FELLIN, Eugene C. A Study of Superius Variants in the Sources of Italian Trecento Music: Madrigals and Cacce, Ph.D. dissertation, University of Wisconsin: 1970, passim.2. FELLIN, Eugene C. 'The notation-types of Trecento music', L'Ars nova italiana del Trecento IV: Certaldo 1975, 1978, pp. 211-224. TextSe non ti piacque in ingrat'abitare'nanz'al crear del mondo, i qua' dannasti. Idio giusto, non basti: qua vegiam buon lor colpi sterminare. Mundissimo, se sdegni e' maculati carmi superbi, e ambiziosi diri. movan nostri sospiri te, a vendicar gia l'onte d'i' sforzati. Chi falso monta, folminando piove. Chi tosto 'ngrassa tosto si dissolve. TranslationO just God, you disliked the ungratefulwhom you damned before the creation of the world. And yet it was not enough: here we see the unworthy being exterminated by their blows. O most pure One, if you hate corrupt boastful songs, and pretentious statements. may you be moved by our complaints to avenge the shame of those who have been wronged. Whoever rises through falsehood falls like rain at lightning speed. Whoever grows fat quickly, quickly wastes away. Text revision and translation © Giovanni Carsaniga |
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