18. Circa mea pectora (III. Cour d'Amours [The Court of Love])

Latina [Solo per Baritone e Coro] Circa mea pectora multa sunt suspiria de tua pulchritudine, que me ledunt misere. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet. Tui lucent oculi sicut solis radii, sicut splendor fulguris, qui lucem donat tenebris. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet. Vellet deus, vellent dii, quod mente proposui: ut eius virginea reserassem vincula. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet.   English In my heart there are many sighs for your beauty, which would me sorely. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet. Your eyes shine like the rays of the sun, like the flashing of lightning which brightens the darkness. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet. May God grant, may the gods grant what I have in mind: that I may loose the chains of her virginity. Ah!      Mandaliet,      mandaliet,      min geselle      chǒmet niet.