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Recitativo Che più si tarda omai, oh neghittose labbra, a dissetar con queste poche stille che Elisa ti presenta, l’empio furor della tua sorte irata ? Si beva! Accompagnato Inumano fratel, barbara madre, ingiusto Araspe, dispietata Elisa, Numi, o furie del Ciel, cielo nemico, implacabile destin, tiranna sorte : tutti v’invito a gustare il piacer della mia morte. Ma tu, consorte amata, non pianger, no, mentre che lieto spiro ; basta che ad incontrare l’anima mia, quando uscirà dal sen, mandi un sospiro. Aria di Tolomeo Stille amare, già vi sento Tutte in seno, la morte chiamar; già vi sento smorzare il tormento già vi sento tornarmi a bear.
Note provided by Laura Prichard for line 1: "omai" is an archaic, literary form of “oggi” [today/now] + mai [never/ever]
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Georg Friedrich Händel (1685 - 1759), "Che più si tarda omai", HWV 25 (1728), from opera Tolomeo (Ptolemy) [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Laura Prichard) , copyright © 2020, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Laura Stanfield Prichard [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2020-05-27
Line count: 24
Word count: 106
Recitativo After such a long time, oh neglected lips, would you quench your thirst with those few drops which Elisa would offer to you, to quench your frenzied anger at your harsh fate? Yes, drink! Accompagnato Inuman brother, barbaric mother, unjust Araspe, pitiless Elisa, Gods, furies of Heaven, hostile sky, implacable destiny, tyrannical fate: I invite you all to savor my death. But you, beloved consort, don’t cry, no, while I still joyfully breathe; it’s enough for you to commune with my soul, as it leaves my breast, with a sigh. Aria Bitter drops, I already sense you Filling my breast, heralding my death; I already sense you deadening my torment I already sense you returning to cheer me.
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Based on:
- a text in Italian (Italiano) by Nicola Francesco Haym (1679 - 1730)
This text was added to the website: 2020-05-27
Line count: 24
Word count: 119