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Welcome to Hyperion Records, an independent British classical label devoted to presenting high-quality recordings of music of all styles and from all periods from the twelfth century to the twenty-first.
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Studio Master: CDA67998Studio Master FLAC & ALAC downloads available
A second volume of music from the Conductus repertory—the least-known genre of medieval music—performed by three singers who combine expert knowledge of the music with voices of unearthly beauty.» More
Dic, Christi veritas, Dic, cara raritas, Dic, rara caritas, Ubi nunc habitas? Aut in valle visionis, Aut in throno Pharaonis, Aut in alto cum Nerone, Aut in antro cum Theone? Vel in fiscella scirpea Cum Moyse plorante? Vel in domo Romulea Cum bulla fulminante?
Respondit caritas: ‘Homo, quid dubitas, Quid me sollicitas? Non sum, qui mussitas, Nec in Euro, nec in Austro, Nec in foro, nec in claustro, Nec in bysso vel cuculla, Nec in bello, nec in bulla, De Jericho sum veniens Ploro cum sauciato, Quem duplex Levi transiens Non astitit grabato.’
O vox prophetica, O Nathan, predica; Culpa Davidica Patet non modica. Dicit Nathan: ‘Non clamabo Neque David planctum dabo, Cum sit Christi rupta vestis, Contra Christum Christus testis, Ve, ve vobis, hypocrite, Qui culicem colatis, Que Cesaris sunt, reddite, Ut Christo serviatis.’
Speak, O truth of Christ. Speak, O dear rarity. Speak, O rare charity, Where do you dwell now? In the valley of vision? On Pharaoh’s throne? On high with Nero? Or in the cave with Theon? Or do you dwell in bulrush-ark With weeping Moses? Or in Rome With the thundering bull?
Charity replied: ‘Man, why do you doubt? Why do you vex me so? I am not one where you grumble; Not in the East, nor in the South, Not in court, nor cloistered cell, Not in fine linen, nor in monk’s cowl, Not in war, nor in papal bull; But I am coming from Jericho, I weep with the wounded man, Whom the hypocritical Levite, passing by, Refused to assist with a litter.’
O prophetic voice, O Nathan, preach; David’s great guilt, Lies open. Nathan said: ‘I shall not clamour, Nor shall I raise a lament to David, Since Christ’s robe is rent; Against Christ, Christ is his own witness. Woe, woe unto you, hypocrites, Who strain out a gnat, What is Caesar’s, render, That you might serve Christ.’