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Most commonly danced as the Known World Pavan (SCA-invented choreography).
First of four dances in the Court Set
Chanson (French) | Lyrics (translated by Mary Stewart Evans) |
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Belle qui tiens ma vie Captive dans tes yeulx, Qui m'as l'ame ravie D'un soubz-ris gracieux, Viens tost me secourir Ou me fauldra mourir. |
Fair one, who holds my heart Captive within thine eyes Whose gracious smiles impart Secrets of Paradise, Give me hope to cherish For without I perish |
Pourquoy fuis tu mignarde Si je suis pres de toy, Quand tes yeulx je regarde Je me perds dedans moy Car tes perfections Changent mes actions. |
Fly not, I entreat thee, For in thy presence fair I am lost completely To myself and care Thy divine perfection Claims my whole affection |
Tes beautéz & ta grace Et tes divins propos. Ont eschauffé la glace Qui me geloit les os, Et ont remply mon cœur D'une amoureuse ardeur. |
Such grace of form and face Kindles a sweet desire, My icy heart yields place To a heart all afire Fanned by ardent yearning Passionately burning |
Mon ame souloit estre Libre de passions, Mais amour s'est faict maistre De mes affections, Et à mis soubs sa loy Et mon cœur & ma foy. |
I wandered fancy free Nor glance nor sign I gave Till love imprisoned me And I became his slave, Ready to die for him Sworn to his slightest whim. |
Approche donc ma belle Approche toy mon bien, Ne me sois plus rebelle Puis que mon cœur est tien, Pour mon mal appaiser, Donne moy un baiser. |
Draw near, O mistress mine, Come closer to me still. Since I am wholly thine Soften thy rebel will, Mend my heart with the bliss Of one sweet healing kiss |
Je meurs mon Angelette Je meurs en te baisant, Ta bouche tant doucette Va mon bien ravissant A ce coup mes espritz Sont tous d'amour espris. |
Angel my life's eclipse In thine embrace I die, The honey of thy libs Sweetens my parting sigh, And my soul soars above Borne on the wings of love./> |
Plustost on verra l'Onde Contre mont reculer Et plustost l'œil du monde Cessera de brusler, Que l'amour qui m'époinct Decroisse d'un seul poinct. |
Oceans shall surge no more And heaven's eye wax cold Full many a moon before My love for thee grows old, Or wanes a single jot If thou forsake me not. |