YEARBOOK OF THE ALAMIRE FOUNDATION

140 DONNA G. CARDAMONE JACKSON
(1) Donna crudel tu m’hai robat’il core,
E mai non manchi di me stratiare.
E pur ti vogli’ amare.
(2) Pascomi ogn’or di piant’e di dolore,
Poi che non posso in te pietà trovare.
E pur ti vogli’ amare.
(3) Se col morir di doglia uscisse fuora,
Saria già morto per te contentare.
E pur ti vogli’ amare.
(4) Ma perchè la mia pena sia infinita,
Tu credi sempre di tenermi in vita.
E non voi darmi aita.
Cruel lady, you have stolen my heart,
and you never fail to torture me.
And yet I want to love you.
I always feed on tears and sorrow,
since I can’t find pity in you.
And yet I want to love you.
If with death the pain would go away,
I would already be dead for the sake of satisfying you.
And yet I want to love you.
But since my pain is endless,
you always think of keeping me alive.
And you don’t want to give me help.
Example 3. Donna crudel tu m’hai robat’il core, Cantus, 1555 30 ; Tenor, 1558 16 ; Bassus, 1560 12 .