Latina & Provençau [Solo per Baritono] Dies nox et omnia mihi sun contraria, virginum colloquia me fay planszer, oy suvenz suspirer plu me fay temer. O sodales, ludite, vos qui scitis dicite, michi mesto parcite, grand ey dolur, attamen consulite per voster honur. Tua pulchra facies, me fay planszer milies, pectus habet glacies. a remender, statim vivus fierem per un baser. English [Baritone soloist] Day, night and everything is against me, the chattering of maidens makes me weep, and often sigh, and, most of all, scares me. O friends, you are making fun of me, you do not know what you are saying, spare me, sorrowful as I am, great is my grief, advise me at least, by your honor. Your beautiful face, makes me weep a thousand times, your heart is of ice. As a cure, I would be revived by a kiss.