Polyphonie française du XIIIe siècle - Le Manuscrit de Montpellier.
Polyphonic songs from Ms Montpellier H 196
Prenez i garde • S'on me regarde - Mo 325 f375 v°-376v°- trois voix - teneur : He mi enfants ! En prélude : rondeau de Guillaume d'Amiens : «Prendes i garde»
Rondeau: Prendes i garde, S'on mi regarde, Dites le moi C'est tout la jus en cel boschaige, Prendes i garde, S'on mi regarde, La pastourele u gardoit vaches, Plaisant brunette, A vous m'otroi.
Duplum: Prenez i garde, S'on me regarde, Trop sui gaillarde, Dites le moi, Pour Dieu vous proi ; Car tes m'esgarde Dont mout me tarde Qu'il m'ait o soi, Bien l'aperchoi ; Et tel chi voi Qui est, je croi, Feu d'enfer larde! Jalous de moi. Mais pour li d'amer ne recroi, Pour nient m'esgarde, Bien pert sa garde J'arai rechoi, Et de mon ami le dosnoi. Faire le doi, Ne serai plus couarde.
Triplum: S'on me regarde Dites le moi ; Trop sui gaillarde, Bien l'aperchoi. Ne puis laissier que mon regard ne s'esparde, Car tes m'esgarde Dont mout me tarde Qu'il m'ait o soi, Qu'il a, en foi, De m'amour plain otroi ; Mais tel ci voi Qui est, je croi, Feu d'enfer larde! Jalous de moi. Mais pour li d'amer ne recroi, Car par ma foi Pour nient m'esgarde, Bien pert sa garde J'arai rechoi. ---------------------------------------------- Prenez i garde - S'on me regarde - Mo 325 f375 v°-376v° - 3 voices - tenor: He mi enfants! Prelude: rondeau by Guillaume d'Amiens, 'Prendes i garde'
Make sure There's no one looking, And if there is, tell me. Just over there in the thicket, Make sure There's no one looking ... The shepherdess was looking alter her cows. Charming brunette, I am yours.
Make sure There's no one looking, I am a lusty lass, And if there is, tell me, I beg you, in God's narre. For there is one who looks at me, And I cannot wait To be at his side, That I know. And I see another here, The fire of hell burn him! Who is, I believe, Jealous of me. But I shan't stop loving because of him; It does him no good to watch me, He's wasting his time. I shall find a secluded spot And there be loved by my lover. I must do it; I shall be a coward no longer.
If you see him looking, Tell me. I am a lusty lass, That I know. I cannot help it If my eyes wander, for when a certain one looks at me, I cannot wait To be at his side And, in faith, To give him all my love. But I see another here, The fire of hell burn him! Who is, t believe, Jealous of me. But I shan't stop loving because of him; For by my faith, It does him no good to watch me, He's wasting his time. I shall find a secluded spot...