Monteverdi's Fourth Book of Madrigals
English Translations 
 
 
Amongst soft grasses and white flowers
Was Filli sitting
In the shade of a laurel tree
When I told her, Darling Filli, I am dying!
Turning to me shyly
And stifling a laugh behind those red lips
(Which, with all my heart’s delight,
I am convinced ensured Love’s blessing),
Said to me with such joy:
Kiss me, my Tirso,
For I also feel as if I am dying with desire!



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