Italian Renaissance: Pentamerone, Anon., "O monaciello"
In 1634, in Naples, Giambattista Basile published Pentamerone or “lo cunto de li cunte”, The Tale of Tales, consisting of works combining story telling, together with music, dance and acting. They consist of streets and taverns songs in Napoli that were so popular that court musicians transcribed the music and arranged it according to musical fashions and rules of that period. They were entertaining, yet also used to spread moral and ethical principles. “With his book, Basile gave life to the genre of the Fairy Tale which, accepted with enthusiasm by his readers and later on adopted by the Grimm brothers and Perrault, will spread like a wildfire all over Europe.”
"O monaciello"
Passaro Bernaldino detto Velardiniello
Source: « Pentameron »
Ensemble Oni Wytars.
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Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
«A me me manca la vesticciolla»
Chill’o monaco sentette
e a vesticciolla le facette
Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
«A me me mancan’e cazetelle»
Chill‘o monaco sentette
e cazetelle le facette.
Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
«A me me mancan’e scarpetelle»
Chill‘o monaco sentette
e scarpetelle le facette
Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
«A me me manca lu sottanino»
Chill‘o monaco sentette
sottanino le facette
Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
«A me me manca o reggipietto»
Chill‘o monaco sentette
reggipietto le facette
Figlia mia mò jesce o ballo.
«Mamma mamma nun pozzo ascì!»
Figlia mia pecchè pecchè
«Je nun pozzo accumparè:»
figlia figlia ca te manca
A me me manca lo ‘nnammurato
Chill’o monaco sentette
e ‘nnammorato se facette
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My daughter, why don’t you go to the dance?
“Mother I can’t go.”
My daughter, why?
“I can’t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no dress.”
As the monk heard this he made her a dress.
My daughter, why don’t you go to the dance?
“Mother I can’t go.”
My daughter, why?
“I can’t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no tights.”
As the monk heard this
he made her a pair of tights.
My daughter, why don’t you go to the dance?
“Mother I can’t go.”
My daughter, why?
“I can’t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no shoes.”
As the monk heard this
he made her the shoes.
My daughter, why don‘t you go to the dance? “Mother I can‘t go.”
My daughter, why?
“I can‘t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no underskirt.”
As the monk heard this
he made her an underskirt.
My daughter, why don’t you go to the dance?
“Mother I can’t go.”
My daughter, why?
“I can’t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no bra.”
As the monk heard this
he made her a bra.
My daughter, why don’t you go to the dance?
“Mother I can’t go.”
My daughter, wh
“I can’t show up like this.”
My daughter, what do you need?
My daughter, what do you need?
“I have no lover.”
As the monk heard this
he became her lover.