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Francesca Caccini | Lasciatemi qui solo

SONNAMBULA and Detroit Institute of Arts Recorded in March 2022 Elizabeth Weinfield, viola da gamba/direction Jude Ziliak, violin Toma Iliev, violin Amy Domingues, viola da gamba James Kennerley, harpsichord with Nola Richardson, soprano This performance is presented in conjunction with the Detroit Institute of Arts exhibition By Her Hand: Artemisia Gentileschi and Women Artists in Italy, 1500–1800, and was made possible through a generous grant from the Samuel H. Kress Foundation. Francesca Caccini (1587-1640): "Lasciatemi qui solo" Lasciatemi qui solo Torante augelli al nido Mentre l’anim’e ‘l duolo Spiro su questo lido Altri meco non voglio Ch’un freddo scoglio E ‘l moi fatal martire Lasciatemi moirire Leave me here alone, Return, birds, to your nests, While my soul, and my pain I give up on these shores. I want no one else with me Other than a cold rock, And my fated death. Leave me to die Dolcissime sirene Che’n si pietoso canto Raddolcite mie pene Fate soave il pianto Movet’ il nuoto altronde Togliete all’onde I crudi sdegni, e l’ire Lasciatemi morire Sweetest sirens Who with such merciful song Sweeten my sufferings and Soften my weeping Go elsewhere to swim Dampen the waves’ Cruel scorn, and their ire Leave me to die. Placidissimi venti Torante al vostro speco Sol miei duri lamenti Chieggo che restin meco Vostri sospir non chiamo Solingo bramo I miei dolor finire Lasciatemi morire Calmest winds Return to your cave I ask that only my harsh laments Remain with me I do not call upon your sighs Alone I wish To end my sufferings Leave me alone to die. Fekicissimi amanti Torante al bel diletto Fere eccels’o notanti Fuggite il mesto aspetto Sol dolcezza di morte Apra le porte All’ ultimo Languire Lasciatemi morire Happiest lovers Return to your beautiful pleasures Wild beasts, whether birds or fish Flee from this sad countenance Only the sweetness of death Should open its doors To this final languishing Leave me to die. Avarissimi lumi Che su ‘l morir versate Amarissimi fiumi Tard’e vostra pietate Gia mi sento mancare O luci avar’e Tarde al mio conforto Gia sono esangu’e smorto Most avaricious eyes That on point of death spill The bitterest rivers Your pity comes too late Already I feel myself fail Oh eyes, stinging And slow to comfort me I am already bloodless and lifeless. ✨