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Ecco l'atra palude

Opera details:

Opera title:

L' Orfeo

Composer:

Claudio Monteverdi

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

L' Orfeo Synopsis

Libretto:

L' Orfeo Libretto

Translation(s):

English Deutsch

Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Speranza

Voice(s):

Soprano

Act:

3.03

Previous scene: Scorto da te mio Nume
Next scene: Dove, ah dove te n' vai

L'Orfeo, favola in musica, SV 318, Act 3: "Ecco l'atra palude" (Speranza, Orfeo)

Singer: Sonia Prina

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L'Orfeo, favola in musica, SV 318, Act 3: "Ecco l'atra palude" (Speranza, Orfeo) · Sonia Prina/Ian Bostridge/Emmanuelle Haïm/Le Concert d`Astrée

Monteverdi: Orfeo

℗ 2004 Erato/Warner Classics, Warner Music UK Ltd

Balance Engineer: Jean Chatauret
Conductor: Emmanuelle Haïm
Ensemble: Le Concert d'Astrée
Ensemble: Les Sacqueboutiers
Executive Producer: Alain Lanceron
Mezzo-soprano Vocals: Sonia Prina
Producer: Daniel Zalay
Tenor Vocals: Ian Bostridge
Composer: Claudio Monteverdi

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text/Testo:

SPERANZA
Ecco l'atra palude, ecco il nocchiero
Che trae l'ignudi spirti a l'altra riva,
Dove ha Pluton de l'ombre il vasto impero.
Oltre quel nero stagn', oltre quel fiume,
In quei campi di pianto e di dolore,
Destin crudele ogni tuo ben t'asconde.
Or d'uopo è d'un gran core e d'un bel canto.
Io fin qui t'ho condotto, or più non lice
Teco venir, ch'amara legge il vieta,
Legge iscritta col ferro in duro sasso
De l'ima reggia in su l'orribil soglia,
Che in queste note il fiero senso esprime:
"Lasciate ogni speranza, voi ch'entrate."
Dunque, se stabilito hai pur nel core
Di porre il piè nella citta dolente,
Da te men fuggo e torno
A l'usato soggiorno.

English Libretto or Translation:

HOPE
Here is the horrible quagmire, here the boatman
who ferries naked spirits to the far shore,
where Pluto has his vast realm of shadows.
Beyond that inky pool, beyond that river,
in those wastes of weeping and grief,
cruel destiny conceals the one who was everything to you.
Now you have need of a stout heart and an entrancing song.
Thus far I have led you, but further I may not
come with you, for a harsh law forbids it,
a law inscribed in iron on hard stone
at the hideous threshold of the lowest kingdom,
which in these words declares its ruthless intent:
"Abandon all hope, ye who enter."
Therefore, if you are still determined in your heart
to set foot in the city of sorrow,
I must hasten away and return
to my usual abode.

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