are blooming all around, but I am pining for my love. The woods are greening all around, why is my lover away so long? He has ridden off! Alas, who will love me? 8. Chramer, gip die varwe mir (Merchant, Give me Color)...........................Soprano Solo with Semi-Chorus Chramer, gip die varwe mir, die min wengel roete, damit ich die jungen man an ir dank der minnenliebe noete. Seht mich an, jungen man! Lat mich iu gevallen! Minnet, tugentlich man, minnecliche frouwen! minne tuot iu hoch gemout unde lat iuch in hohen eren schouwen. Seht mich an, jungen man! Lat mich iu gevallen! Wol dir, werlt, daz du bist also freudenriche! Ich wil dir sin untertan durch din liebe immer sicherliche. Seht mich an, jungen man! Lat mich iu gevallen! Merchant, give me rouge to make my cheeks red, so that I can make the young men love me whether they will or not. Look at me, young men! Let me please you! Virtuous men, give your love to lovely women! Love ennobles your spirit and lets you shine in high honor. Look at me, young men! Let me please you! Hail, o world so rich in joy! I will be obedient to you because of the pleasures you afford. Look at me, young men! Let me please you! 9. Reie (Round Dance)....................................................................................................................... Orchestra Swaz hie gat umbe (Here are Maidens) ............................................................................................. Chorus Swaz hie gat umbe daz sint allez megede die wellent ân man allen diesen sumer gan! Those who dance around are all maidens who want to do without a man the whole summer long! Chume, chum, geselle min (Come, Come, My Pretty Maid) ............................................................ Chorus Chume, chum, geselle min, ih enbite harte din, ih enbite harte din, chume, chum, geselle min. Come, come, my love, I long for you, I long for you, come, come, my love. Swaz hie gat umbe (Here are Maidens) ............................................................................................. Chorus Suzer rosenvarwer munt, chum un mache mich gesunt chum un mache mich gesunt suzer rosenvarwer munt. Sweet rose-red lips, come and make me better, come and make me better, sweet rose-red lips. 10. Were diu werlt alle min (Were the World All Mine).......................................................................... Chorus Were diu werlt alle min von dem mere unze an den Rin, des wolt ih mih darben, daz diu chünegin von Engellant lege an minen armen. Were all the world mine from the sea to the Rhine, I would give it all up to have the queen of England lie in my arms. II. IN TABERANA (IN THE TAVERN) 11. Estuans interius (Burning Inwardly) ....................................................................................... Baritone Solo Estuans interius ira vehementi in amaritudine loquor mee menti: factus de materia, cinis elementi, similis sum folio, de quo ludunt venti. Cum sit enim proprium viro sapienti supra petram ponere sedem fundamenti, stultus ego comparor fluvio labenti, sub eodem tramite nunquam permanenti. Feror ego veluti sine nauta navis, ut per vias aeris vaga fertur avis: non me tenent vincula, non me tenet clavis, quero mihi similes et adiungor pravis. Mihi cordis gravitas res videtur gravis; iocis est amabilis dulciorque favis: quicquid Venus imperat, labor est suavis, que nunquam in cordibus habitat ignavis. Via lata gradior more iuventutis inplicor et vitiis immemor virtutis, voluptas avidus magis quam salutis, mortuus in anima curam gero cutis. Burning inwardly with strong anger in my bitterness I speak to my soul: created from matter, from the ashes of the earth I am like a leaf with which the winds play. If it is proper for the wise man to build his foundations upon stone, then I am a fool, like a flowing river whose course is always changing. I am carried along like a ship without a steersman, as a wandering bird is carried along paths of air; chains cannot hold me, nor locks Imprison me, I seek out men like myself and join with the depraved. To me a serious heart seems too grave a thing; a joke is pleasant and sweeter than honeycomb; whatever Venus commands is a sweet duty, for she never dwells in faint hearts. I travel the broad path as is the way of youth, I give myself up to vice, heedless of virtue, more greedy for pleasure than for salvation, my soul is dead, so I look after the flesh. 12. Olim lacus colueram (Once I Dewlt in the Lakes) ........................................ Tenor Solo with Male Chorus Olim lacus colueram, olim pulcher extiteram, dum cignus ego fueram. Miser, miser! Modo niger et ustus fortiter! Girat, regirat garcifer; me rogus urit fortiter; propinat me nunc dapifer. Miser, miser! Modo niger et ustus fortiter! Nunc in scutella iaceo, et volitare nequeo dentes fredentes video. Miser, miser! Modo niger et ustus fortiter! Once I lived on lakes, once I was beautiful when I was a swan. Miserable me! Now black and roasting fiercely! The servant turns me on a spit, I burn fiercely upon the pyre, the waiter now serves me up. Miserable me! Now black and roasting fiercely! Now I lie upon a plate, and can fly no more, I see gnashing teeth. Miserable me! Now black and roasting fiercely! 13. Ego sum abbas (I am the Abbot)................................................................Baritone Solo with Male Chorus Ego sum abbas Cucaniensis et consilium meum est cum bibulis, et in secta Decii voluntas mea est, et qui mane me quesierit in taberna, post vesperam nudus egredietur, et sic denudatus veste clamabit: Wafna, wafna! Quid fecisti sors turpissima? Nostre vite gaudia abstulisti omnia! I am the abbot of Cockaigne and my congregation is of drinkers, and my desire is to be in the order of gamblers, and whoever seeks me out in the tavern by morning will depart naked by Vespers, and thus stripped of his clothes, will cry out: Wafna, wafna! What have you done, most vile fortune? You have taken away all the joys of my life! 14. In taberna quando sumus (When We Are in the Tavern) ..........................................................Male Chorus In taberna quando sumus non curamus quid sit humus, sed ad ludum properamus, cui semper insudamus. Quid agatur in taberna ubi nummus est pincerna, hoc est opus ut queratur, si quid loquar, audiatur. Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, quidam indiscrete vivunt. Sed
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