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They have not deceived me!

It is he!

I arrived unobserved,

and here I shall know how to solve the mystery.

I shall pretend to give my hand to the old commander.

We shall see...

We shall see then if the lover will reveal himself.

It is difficult for a loving heart

to restrain its ardour!

It is hard to hide the palpitations

in a passionate breast.

My uncle will surely forgive

the love which has guided me.

It is impossible for my heart

to sigh for another.

If the widow must fall,

may she not fall into a worse predicament.

I despise useless ostentation,

I cannot live on arrogance.

All I seek is love,

love and youth.

But if Belfiore is untrue to me,

I shall never love again.

Fly, thought, on wings of gold.

Go settle upon the slopes and the hills

where, soft and mild, fragrant smell

the sweet airs of our native land!

Greet the banks of the Jordan

and Zion's toppled towers.

Oh, my country so lovely and lost!

Oh, remembrance so dear and so fraught with despair!

Golden harp of the prophetic seers,

why dost thou hang mute upon the willow?

Rekindle our bosom's memories

and speak of times gone by!

Mindful of the fate of Jerusalem

either give forth an air of sad lamentation

or else let the Lord imbue us

with fortitude to bear our sufferings!

Oh, but consider, you cannot make her yours

if you do not first prostrate yourself to the God of her fathers.

I feel as you do.

- Oh, joy! - O mother!

Many a time already have I thought in my heart

that the only true God

must be he of that angel of love.

How could heaven create an angel so pure,

and not lift from her eyes the veil of truth?

Come, lead me to her,

enlighten my senses!

Come, and in seeing her let my doubting mind and heart be comforted!

My son! Love has sent you an angel for your salvation!

I will not listen to you. You will be mine. Come, follow me.

- Where is the king? I do not see him. - You will know.

I know that this will suffice.

Leave me, or in desperation will I wound both our hearts.

- There are my men. - What horror!

Among these men I too stand here!

You are Ernani! I feel this in the scorn

that floods my soul on seeing you!

You are Ernani! The bandit, the wretch

that perturbs this region!

One signal from me and you are lost.

Go, I despise you, I pity you.

Before rage awakens fully in me

flee, you fool, from your offended king!

- You know me? Then you must know - No, cruel men, no token of love for me

- with what hatred my heart abhors you. - is the anger that blazes in your hearts.

- Possessions, honours you stole from me. - Why do you offer signs of derision,

- Through you did my father die. - of Elvira's house, of her honour?

- To increase my anger we both love - If but one gesture, one word escapes you,

- this woman whom you have ensnared. - here will I fall, stabbed, at your feet.

- We are equals in hatred and in love. - No, in such a dread moment my soul

- Come then, I challenge you, O king. - knows neither lover nor king.

Here I am, alone at last.

Alone! Yet am I really so?

Where does the eye of the Ten not reach?

My every word or movement,

even my thought, is spied upon.

I am but a crowned slave!

O ancient heart that beats in my breast

as in my earliest years,

I would you were cold at least

as when the tomb shall receive you.

But you are a father's heart,

you see your son languish.

Weep therefore

since my eyes have no more tears to shed.

O prophetic forest,

O my father, O my cottage!

Giovanna will return to you

in her simple dress.

Ah, give me back the happiness

which my soul has missed!

Shouts, pillage, groans, blood,

rape, devastation, massacre and fire are Attila's sport.

O lavish table which provides us with such rich fare!

Odin does not disappoint us. This is Valhalla here!

You are open to heroes, blessed land, you are ours.

Long live Attila! He discovered it.

The king approaches.

Odin invests him with his power.

God of war, we prostrate ourselves!

Rise, heroes!

Let it be the dying vanquished who lie in the dust.

Gather round me here.

Let the victors' hymn resound.

The sons of Attila come and conquer at a single blow.

Not so rapid is the lightning's path or the eagle's flight.

Long live the king of a thousand forests,

the minister and prophet of Odin.

His sword is a blood-red comet,

his voice the thunder of heaven.

Battle is launched from his eyes

in the din of a hundred tempests.

Against the links of his stout armour

swords break as against a rock.

My fatal lady, didst thou not hear a noise?

I heard the owl scream. Did not you speak?

-Me? - I thought I didst hear you. - As I descended? - Ay.

Hark! Who lies

- in the second chamber? - The king's son.

This is a sorry sight.

Look not upon it.

This is a sorry sight.

I heard two grooms

praying in their sleep.

“God bless us,” they said. l, too, wanted to say “Amen”.

But the intractable word froze upon my lips.

- Folly! - But wherefore

could not I pronounce “Amen”?

- Folly that will be dispelled by the first rays of the sun! - Why?

Then I heard a voice

in my breast, saying:

“O Macbeth, you shall'

‘only have thorns for a pillow!”

“Glamis”

‘hath murdered sleep,”

“and therefore Cawdor”

‘shall sleep no more.”

But tell me,

did you not hear another voice?

You are bold, Macbeth,

but have no daring.

You hesitate halfway, Glamis,

and stop.

Cawdor,

you are

- a conceited child. - I shall hear Duncan's holy virtues

thunder vengeance at me

like angels of wrath.

His spirit trembles, struggles, raves.

Who would ever call him

the unconquered man he was?

- ..thunder vengeance at me - Who could ever call him...

like angels of wrath.

...the unconquered man he was?

I shall hear Duncan's holy virtues...

His spirit trembles.

- Who could ever call him... - I shall hear his holy virtues...

Go carry the dagger back,

and smear the sleepy grooms with blood.

Go back there? I'll go no more!

Give me the dagger.

Every noise appals me.

Oh, this hand! Not even the ocean could wash clean me

and my hands!

See!

My hands are of your colour, too. A little water clears us of this deed.

The deed, too, shall sink into oblivion.

Hark!

More knocking!

Come away!

We must remove all suspicion from the murderer.

Be yourself, Macbeth. Have courage! Don't be defeated by fear.

Oh, if only I could wipe my crime from my mind!

Oh, if only I could rouse you from your deep sleep, murdered king.

Come away! We must remove all suspicion from the murderer.

Be yourself, Macbeth. Have courage! Don't be defeated by fear.

Nor yet on this earth is there any creature

more wretched than I.

Seid loves me.

And I loathe him.

O vile Mussulman, you do not know, you cannot yet understand

the heart locked in my breast.

You will never gain its love

by jewels and gold.

At times, far from my prison,

my thought soars freely

to the pure air

of the native skies I long for.

Borne thither my soul forgets the chains that bind it,

forgets its ancient sorrow to roam freely in a heaven of love.

When at eventide, in the tranquil glimmer of a starry sky

with me she gazed lovingly into space

and I felt this hand of mine pressed by hers...

Ah, she betrayed me!

Then I, silent, ecstatic, would hang on to her words

when she in angelic tones said: “I love you, I love only you',

so that paradise seemed to open to my soul...

Ah, she betrayed me!

One day, if I remember rightly, my pretty one, I met you.

I asked someone about you

and was told you lived here.

Let me say that, ever since, my heart has been yours alone.

Deceiver!

And of twenty others that maybe you're forgetting?

I think my fine young man is a bit of a libertine.

Yes, I'm a monster.

- Leave me alone, you scatterbrain! - Ho, what a fuss!

Be nice to me, don't play hard to get.

Good behaviour doesn't preclude jollity and love.

Pretty white hand!

- You're joking, sir. - No, no.

- I'm ugly. - Come into my arms.

- You're drunk! - With love.

If you're trifling with me, sir, I'm indifferent.

Ah, no, I want to marry you.

- I want your word of honour. - Sweet little maid!

- Haven't you seen enough? - The wicked deceiver!

Fairest daughter of love,

I'm a slave to your charms.

With but a single word

you could relieve my every pain.

Come, touch my breast and feel how my heart is racing.

With but a single word

you could relieve my every pain.

Ah! Ah! That really makes me laugh; talk like that is cheap enough.

Ah, these are the loving words...

Believe me, I know exactly what such play-acting is worth.

...the scoundrel spoke once to me!

Hush, weeping can do no good.

O wretched heart betrayed, do not break for sorrow!

Weeping can do no good.

You could relieve my every pain.

Fairest daughter of love...

O wretched heart betrayed!

...I'm a slave to your charms.

You're now convinced he was lying.

O wretched heart betrayed, do not break for sorrow!

Ah! Ah! That really makes me laugh.

Hush, and leave it up to me to hasten our revenge.

The pure wave of holy sound goes straight to the heart!

Come, for the church will give us the joys of pure love!

- Manrico... - What?

- The gypsy, come, see her in bonds! - Oh, God!

The rogues have already lit the pyre.

Oh, heaven! My body trembles!

My eyes are blinded!

You are shuddering!

Perforce! You must know, I am...

- Who? - Her son!

Ah, cowards! This evil sight steals my life's breath from me.

Call our men, quick, Ruiz!

Go, run, fly! The horrid flames of that pyre consume my whole being!

Sinners, put out the fire,

or I shall quench it with your blood!

I was her son before I was your lover.

Your suffering cannot hold me back.

Wretched mother, I come to save you

or at least to die with you!

To arms, to arms!

We are ready to fight for you, to die for you.

What has banished from your heart the dear sea and soil of Provence?

What has dimmed in your eyes the bright sunshine of your native country?

Even in sorrow, remember you were happy there.

There alone can peace shine on you again.

It was God who brought me here.

You don't know what pain your old father has suffered.

With you away, his home has been desolate indeed.

But if in finding you again my hopes are not in vain,

if the voice of honour is not silent for you...

God has heard me.

Thank you, gentle friends, for these pretty flowers.

The kind gift is the image of your own sweet purity!

Oh, blessed is the bond love has in store for me,

if you, my attendants, wish me happiness from your hearts!

Thank you for your gift!

Oh, cherished dream, oh, sweet ecstasy! My heart leaps in anticipation!

I breathe the air of heaven already, it thrills my every sense.

Hurrah for glory, hurrah for love!

Oh, land of Sicily, may radiant peace descend.

Too often have dreadful vendettas torn you apart!

Filled with hope, and putting past suffering behind you,

may my day of happiness prove one of glory for you!

Thank you for these flowers, indeed, indeed!

Oh, cherished dream, oh, sweet ecstasy! My heart leaps in anticipation!

The breeze caresses my face; choice perfumes anoint my heart.

Long live the flame kindled in that heart!

Plebeians! Patricians! Heirs to a fierce history!

Inheritors only of the hatred of the Spinola and Doria families!

While the broad kingdom of the seas invites you to glory

here brother turns against brother and you tear at each other's hearts.

I weep for you, for the peaceful sun on your hillsides

where the olive branches bloom in vain.

I weep for the deceptive gaiety of your flowers.

And I cry: Peace!

And I cry: Love!

His heartfelt words have the power to calm our anger.

Peace!

Amelia is safe and she loves me!

Heaven be thanked!

Peace! I beg you to restrain your terrible wrath!

Heaven be thanked!

Peace! Let a feeling of love for your country inspire you.

O my country!

She is safe!

She is safe and she loves me!

This proud city lies in the hands of a pirate!

And I cry: Peace!

And I cry: Love!

Peace! Let a feeling of love for your country inspire you.

His heartfelt words have the power to calm our anger.

Perhaps she reached home and is resting at last.

Honour and duty have driven

a gulf between our hearts.

Ah, yes, Renato will see England again.

And his wife will follow him.

Without a farewell the wide sea must separate us.

And my heart must be silent.

Do I still hesitate? But, O heaven, is it not my duty?

Ah!'I have signed...

my sacrifice!

But if I am forced to lose you for ever, light of my life,

my longing will reach you

under whatever sky you may be.

Your memory is enshrined in the depths of my heart.

But now what dark foreboding assails my spirit,

telling me that to see you again would be an almost fatal desire,

as if it were the last hour of our love?

Peace!

Peace, O God!

Cruel grief has perforce sent me into a decline.

My suffering has lasted all these years

as profound as on the first day.

Peace!

Peace, O God!

I loved him, that is true.

But such beauty and prowess did heaven bestow upon him

that I love him still,

nor shall I ever be able to cancel his image from my heart.

Fate!

A crime tore us apart here below!

Alvaro, I love you.

Yet it is writ in heaven

that I shall never see you again!

O God! God, let me die!

For death alone can give me peace.

My soul, overwhelmed by years of sorrow,

hoped in vain to find peace here.

Poor bread, you come to prolong my comfortless life.

But who comes here? Who dares to profane this sacred place?

Malediction!

Glory to Egypt and to Isis,

who protects its sacred soil!

To the king, who rules the Delta, festive hymns let us raise!

Let lotus be entwined with laurel upon the conquerors' brows!

Let a sweet shower of flowers veil the arms of war.

Let us dance, Egyptian maidens, the mystic dances,

as the stars dance in the sky around the sun!

To the supreme arbiters of victory raise your eyes.

Give thanks unto the gods on this happy day.

We are now one family. And may heaven give you joy.

Vivat!

A chorus to round off the proceedings.

Then all of us to supper with Sir John!

Vivat!

All the world's a joke.

Man is born to jest.

All the world's a joke. Man is born to jest.

His powers of reasoning are muddled at their best.

Everyone's a sucker!

All mortals mock each other.

But he laughs best who has the final laugh.

But he laughs best who has the final laugh.

Everyone's a sucker!