"Dormons, dormons tous" from Jean Baptiste Lully's opera Atys (1676)
Act 3, Scene 4:
The scene changes to a cavern surrounded by poppies and brooks, whither the God of Sleep comes, accompanied by pleasant and terrible dreams
[Prelude]
Sleep
Let us sleep, let us all sleep;
Ah! How sweet is rest!
Dormons, dormons tous;
ah que le repos est doux!
Morpheus
Reign, divine Sleep, reign over all the world;
Scatter your most soporiferous poppies;
Beguile care, charm the senses,
Secure all hearts in deep tranquillity.
Régnez, divin sommeil, régnez sur tout le monde,
Répandez vos pavots les plus assoupissants;
Calmez les soins, charmez les sens,
Retenez tous les coeurs dans une paix profonde.
Phobetor
Let no brutal noise be made,
Flow, murmur, ye clear streams;
Only the sound of waters
Lulls the sweetness of such delightful silence.
Ne vous faites point violence,
Coulez, mumurez, clairs ruisseaux,
Il n'est permis qu'au bruit des eaux
De troubler la douceur d'un si charmant silence.
Sleep
Let us sleep, let us all sleep;
Ah! How sweet is rest!
Composed by Joseph Chabanceau de La Barre (1633-1678). From Airs à deux parties, avec les seconds couplets en diminution... Publication : Paris : R. Ballard, 1669. Anna Reinhold, soprano Les Arts Florissants
(via JOSEPH CHABANCEAU DE LA BARRE: Quand une ame est bien atteinte PDF SCORE - YouTube)
Marc-Antoine Charpentier (1643 - 24 febbraio 1704): Magnificat a 3 voci e basso continuo H. 73 (1670-71). Les Arts Florissants, dir. William Christie.
The Plaint: “O let me weep!” Soloists: Juliette Mey (mezzo-soprano), Augusta McKay Lodge (violin)
Extract from "The Fairy Queen" by Henry Purcell (1659–1695) Production of Les Arts Florissants Musical direction: Paul Agnew Stage direction and choreography: Mourad Merzouki Orchestra: Les Arts Florissants
Michel Lambert (1610 - 29 giugno 1696): D’un feu secret je me sens consommer, air de cour (pubblicato in Airs à une, II. III. et IV. parties avec la basse-continue, 1689, p. 53). Les Arts Florissants, dir. William Christie.
D’un feu secret je me sens consommer
Sans pouvoir soulager le mal qui me possède;
Je pourrois bien guérir si je cessois d’aymer,
Mais j’ayme mieux le mal que le remède.
Quand…
Sunday Sounds: more than just a cute drinking song
What William Christie managed to achieve, with his Caen based Baroque vocal ensemble, Les Arts Florissants, is simply extraordinary: a genuine (and probably unprecedented) collective chemistry.
The result is irresistible and this clip doesn't do it justice:
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Without this alchemy, Pierre Guédron's cute (but incredibly #silly) drinking song, written around 1608, would have been completely forgotten. Nobody remembers this guy was, for a long and patient while, a royal music tutor to the French king Henri IV's children, then his personal valet, then the Royal Music Superintendent. An ambitious one, for sure. And rather gifted for churning out pleasant, light tunes, fit for a royal banquet, perhaps.
I am watching these wonderful French musicians, singing casually together and I think it's plain to see these people must be close friends, IRL. They probably share frequent dinners in town and jokes and coffee and secrets and also a handful of gossip. But these are professionals, likely to remain so and their performance, though highly enjoyable, raises no eyebrows.
What Those Other Two do share, in terms of human chemistry, has absolutely nothing to do with this.