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2025 03 15 GEMS #1 Carolina Pro Musica: Scarlatti, Main Library, Gastonia NC

Gaston Early Musica Series Celebrating Alessandro Scarlatti with vocal and instrumental music Gaston County Public Library, Gastonia, NC March 15, 2025 11:00 AM Celebrating Scarlatti (1660-1724) Concerto #9 A minor for recorder, strings & continuo Largo Largo (Piano) Allegro Cantata: Quella pace gradita Scarlatti Andante Andante Recitative: Quella pace Aria: Crudel tiranno Amore Ritornello Recitative: O voi selve Aria: Care selve Recitative: Lungi Aria: Teco o’ mesta Toccata in F major Allegretto—adagio—tempo primo Cantata: Pastorale per la Natavita di Nostro Signore Gesu Cristo Aria: Toco la prima sorte Concerto #7 in D major Allegro Adagio Allegro Aria: Rompe sprezza for oboe, strings & continuo Karen Hite Jacob, director, harpsichord Rebecca Miller Saunders, soprano Holly Wright Maurer, viola da gamba Janelle Davis, baroque violin Sung Lee, recorder, baroque flute, baroque oboe John Jacob, audio & video, photographer, editor Translations Quella pace gradita ❖Recitative: That peace I desire, no longer finds refuge in my breast, Makes me hate And detest my own life. Amore, you know how I suffer, And how many years I have suffered, Only to reap a harvest of despair. Now this wretched soul, Weary of suffering, seeks peace. ❖Aria: Cruel tyrannical Love, Torment me no longer, Spare me such great pain. How this weary heart can no longer bear so many chains. ❖Recitative: O blessed woods, Who contain within you a silence, A peace so welcoming, That invites me to join you, O how much, oh God, I envy your fate, Dear little bird, who enjoys Among this pleasing solitude In your innocence, a pure love. ❖Aria: Beloved woods, guardian of peace, My heart longs to be at one with you. Weary of more suffering, It now longs to pass more joyful hours, far from cares of love. ❖Recitative: Be gone from me, tyrannical Love, As this soul is disappointed from happiness dreamed of, From unending torments, that oppress my heart on your account, And make me long to live In the woods, To dwell among animals.Yes, I will find you, beloved solitude, Give refuge to an unhappy heart, Which hidden within you Hopes to find rest. ❖Aria: With you, O mournful turtle-dove, I would live as your Companion, where the wood is most leafy, Where the forest is most lovely, I shall be hidden, To give peace to my soul. Aria #3 from Cantata Pastorale Toco la prima sorte The first fate falls to you shepherds.Because Jesus is made the Lamb, Offer your hearts to his cradle, look at how beautiful He is. Leave your herds and companions, Leave your sheep. There is a hope in him that is unimag-ineable and can give you a place among the stars. Text: Cardinal Ottoboni Rompe Sprezza Every heart breaks contemptuously with a sigh, even if the heart is made of stone. The heart and the soul implores the soul, the soul obtains every grace from the gods, every grace, to his desires, From the gods the soul in stone obtains every grace, every grace to his desires.