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S'il est ainsi que tu m'aymes mignonne Et que l’amour ayt lancé dans ton cœur Et son doux feu dont je sens la chaleur Et son doux trait qui tousjours m’espoinçonne : Et si tu as le desir qu’il me donne Et si mon mal est ta mesme douleur Pourquoy tiens tu ceste fainte rigueur Qui me defend ce que l‘amour m’ordonne ? Las ! Je voy bien qu’il n’a point comme à moy Lancé son feu ny son traict dessur toy Et que ton mal est tel que tu scais faindre Car hé bons dieux ! et qui pourroit souffrir Un si grand mal sans le vouloir guerir Et si grand feu sans le vouloir esteindre ?
Text Authorship:
- sometimes misattributed to Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585)
- by Pierre de Brach (1547 - 1605), appears in Amours d’Aymée, first published 1576 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Anthoine de Bertrand (1540? - 1581?), "S'il est ainsi que tu m'aymes mignonne", published 1578 [ vocal quartet a cappella ], from 25 Chansons à 4 parties, Livre 3, no. 13 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (David Wyatt) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: David Wyatt
This text was added to the website: 2019-10-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 113
If thus you love me, my darling, And thus love has shot into your heart Both his sweet fire whose heat I feel And his sweet dart which still pierces me; And if you have that desire he gives me And if my wound is yours too Why do you still keep that pretended severity Which keeps from me what love commands? Ah, I see clearly that he has not, as with me, Shot his fire nor his likeness into you And that your wound is just one you pretend. My God! Who is there who could suffer So great a wound without wishing it cured, So great a fire without wishing it extinguished?
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Based on:
- a text in French (Français) misattributed to Pierre de Ronsard (1524 - 1585) and by Pierre de Brach (1547 - 1605), appears in Amours d’Aymée, first published 1576
This text was added to the website: 2019-10-30
Line count: 14
Word count: 114
