Le samedi 30 juillet à Anduze et le dimanche 31 juillet à St Hippolyte du Fort (21 h) : King Arthur de Purcell dans le cadre du festival Ya d'la Voix (Art-Scène) !
Qu'on se le dise !
Saxons et Bretons, elfes et gibelins, grimbalds et philidells, fées et génies sont de retour dans le plus pur style baroque de notre compositeur favori !
Plutôt qu'un cornet de glace, savourez une fois encore le choeur du froid victime du
génie du même nom !
Cupid
What ho! thou genius of this isle, what ho!
Liest thou asleep beneath those hills of snow?
Stretch out thy lazy limbs. Awake, awake!
And winter from thy furry mantle shake.
Cold Genius
What power art thou, who from below
Hast made me rise unwillingly and slow
From beds of everlasting snow?
See'st thou not how stiff and wondrous old
Far unfit to bear the bitter cold,
I can scarcely move or draw my breath?
Let me, let me freeze again to death.
Cupid
Thou doting fool, forbear, forbear!
What dost thou mean by freezing here?
At Love's appearing,
All the sky clearing,
The stormy winds their fury spare.
Thou doting fool, forbear, forbear!
What dost thou mean by freezing here?
Winter subduing,
And Spring renewing,
My beams create a more glorious year.
Cold Genius
Great Love, I know thee now:
Eldest of the gods art thou.
Heav'n and earth by thee were made.
Human nature is thy creature.
Ev'rywhere thou art obey'd.
Cupid
No part of my dominion shall be waste:
To spread my sway and sing my praise,
E'en here, e'en here I will a people raise
Of kind embracing lovers and embrac'd.
Chorus of Cold People
See, see, we assemble
Thy revels to hold,
Tho' quiv'ring with cold,
We chatter and tremble.
Cupid
'Tis I, 'tis I that have warm'd ye.
In spite of cold weather
I've brought ye together.
Chorus
'Tis Love that has warm'd us?
Cupid & Genius
Sound a parley, ye fair, and surrender.
Set yourselves and your lovers at ease.
He's a grateful offender
Who pleasure dare seize:
But the whining pretender
Is sure to displease.
Sound a parley?
Since the fruit of desire is possessing,
'Tis unmanly to sigh and complain.
When we kneel for redressing,
We move your disdain.
Love was made for a blessing
And not for a pain.
