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Grief!

Terror!

Terror!

Pity!

Our eyes fill with tears, our hearts are broken.

The ill-fated girl will die of love.

Terror!

Sorrow!

She wanders

through the woods...

crying: Pity... pity!

What news?

She is resting.

The unfortunate child!

Is she still heartbroken?

Sometimes sad, sometimes joyful...

Not a moment of respite?

Sometimes her reason shines through,

then clouds again.

Is it possible?

How can I express it?

Such grief racks my heart...

my voice falters and dies.

- Speak... - You want me to?

Stop! - Speak... - You want me to?

Stop!

We share your sorrow.

Very well... We share your sorrow.

Very well...

If you wish it... Very well...

If you wish it...

Come here.

Crowned with flowers, her beatiful hair let down,

the poor innocent child

sadly questions the air and the flowers...

"Where has Elvira gone?"

The poor creature...

Clothed in white, believing herself

at the altar, she sings "I swear to you!"...

Then, trembling with love, she cries:

"Come, Arturo..."

What a traitor!

How despicable!

The poor girl will die of love!

The love - sick turtledove shudders

and falls prey to a mortal fever.

To the sound of a plaintive harp,

I've heard her singing her love.

Unfortunate child!

Sometimes she takes someone for Arturo...

...then, discovering her mistake and stricken by her fate,

she weeps, distraught, ...then, discovering her mistake and stricken by her fate,

she weeps, distraught,

and still deeper in love,

calls for death!

Let lightning strike down the traitor!

The poor girl will die of love.

Heaven, take pity on her grief!

Let lightning strike down the traitor!

And death will not be far!

Arturo Talbot is condemned to death

by the English Parliament.

Such is his fate.

He shall be an unforgettable example

for good and wicked alike,

when God's terrible hand

strikes his guilty head.

Parliament has proclaimed Walton innocent

and calls him to the greatest honours.

How tragic for you, Walton, to see your daughter

in such a state!

And is there no hope?

The doctors say that only a sudden joy or great misfortune...

...could bring her back to her senses.

Arturo deserves endless suffering!

Cromwell himself speaks to you through my voice.

Seek out the traitor who has set

brother against brother throughout England.

And if his misfortune or his treachery lead him here,

show neither grace nor pity.

Give me back my hope,

or let me die.

Here she comes. Listen to her.

What heartbreaking laments!

Here his sweet voice called me,

before disappearing...

Here he swore to be faithful...

Then the heartless man fled.

No more...

...no more taken up

with sighs of joy.

Give me back my hope,

or let me die.

What love on her face and in her sorrow!

Who are you?

You don't recognise me?

Yes... my "father"...

And Arturo?

And our love? And Arturo?

And our love?

Speak... speak... And our love?

Speak... speak...

You're smiling?

You're drying my tears...

You're taking me to my wedding,

to sing and to dance...

Let one and all prepare for my wedding,

be happy to rejoice with me!

Let us celebrate!

Will you dance with me, too?

Come to my wedding. Will you dance with me, too?

Come to my wedding.

He's weeping.

(Dear God!)

He's weeping...

Perhaps he once loved... He's weeping...

Perhaps he once loved...

He's weeping...

He has loved...

Who could hold back their tears?

Listen to me and tell me,

have you ever loved?

Look me in the eyes...

and you'll see...

If you're weeping... you know as well

that a faithful heart

always lives in sorrow.

Calm yourself, Heaven will soothe your pain.

- Never! - Heaven smile upon you.

Forget the unworthy man!

Never again shall I see you.

Take my life,

or give me back my love.

I feel for her in her grief.

I feel for her in her grief. She breaks my heart.

Asmile returns to her face.

What is she thinking about?

Don't be afraid, Arturo,

I'll calm my father.

All sorrow will be forgotten, I'll make you happy.

Here is the beautiful lovelorn girl that a rival took from me...

In her distress, she dreams of her lost loved - one.

Come, my love, the moon is shining in the sky. All around is silent...

Until the hour of daybreak,

come and rest on my heart.

Hurry, beloved Arturo,

come back to your Elvira!

She weeps and sighs for you,

come back to your first love.

Beautiful and unfortunate child, may your devotion be rewarded.

One day, may you forget your sorrow!

Come, my love, the moon is shining in the sky.

All around is silent...

Until the hour of daybreak,

come and rest on my heart.

Hurry, beloved Arturo,

come back to your Elvira!

She weeps and sighs for you, come back to your first love.

Arturo, come back to your first love.

You must save your rival

and you can.

- I cannot. - No, you don't want to.

- Save him! - No, he must die!

You remember well the moment

when the prisoner fled?

- Yes... - Was Arturo alone to blame?

- Speak out... - It's the truth, but I've said enough.

It is Parliament that chose for him

the ultimate punishment.

Through his example,

they hope to subdue the bold rebels.

I don't hate him, I don't fear him,

but the criminal will die!

No! A cruel torment blinds you...

Remorse and terror will torment you for always.

If you caused your rival to die,

another soul would leave with his.

- Whose? - Think.

You'll have two victims. And wherever you go,

their ghosts will haunt you.

Lf, by night, you see a pale phantom

moaning and sighing, it'll be Elvira, wandering

and calling to you: "You caused me to die!"

And if, in the middle of the storm, you hear a sorrowful shade,

it will be Arturo pursuing you,

threatening you with the anger of the dead.

If Elvira's ghost chases and threatens me,

I'll obtain her forgiveness with my sighs and prayers.

And if Arturo's blood - stained ghost emerges from Hell,

my mighty fury will send him back

into the eternal chasms.

Riccardo!

Lord God, let your sorrow touch you!

Your weeping has vanquished me.

Look, my eyes are wet with tears.

He who adores his country knows how to honour compassion.

Perhaps at dawn...

the enemy will attack us...

If he's among them...

...the enemy will die... - Yes, he'll perish.

I'm still brave! I'll fight alongside you!

He'll perish by my hand!

Let him shudder at these three words...

Country, victory,

honour!

The trumpet will sound and I shall fight as a hero!

How marvellous to face death crying: "Freedom!"...

Love, emboldened by glory, reaps bloodstained laurels...

...then dries noble sweat and tears of pity.

Till dawn! ...then dries noble sweat and tears of pity.

Till dawn!

How marvellous to face death crying: "Freedom!"...

The trumpet will sound and you shall fight as a hero!

How marvellous to face death crying: "Freedom!"...

At last I'm safe!

My enemies missed their chance and lost my tracks.

Country!

Love! Country!

Love!

Such powerful words!

My heart beats with every step.

I bless each tree, each rock.

How sweet it is for an unhappy exile

to see his beloved once more,

after wandering for so long

to kiss at last...

...his native soil...

What's that I hear?

Near a spring, a solitary troubadour sadly sits,

and to vent his endless sorrow

he sings a love song.

My love song!

Elvira, Elvira...

Where are you?

Nobody replies...

That's how I sang for you in the forest,

and you would reply...

You once heard my love song,

today hear the exile's lament,

hear my weeping.

Asad and lonely troubadour

sat by a spring.

His harp was filled with mourning,

his song with sorrow.

By night he sighs for day,

by day he sighs for night.

Spring seems like winter to him,

all his pleasure turns to pain...

What do I hear?

Someone's coming...

To the ramparts...

They're still looking for me.

Keep looking! We'll find him!

Where can I hide?

No, no, he can't escape!

We'll find him!

My fierce pursuers have gone...

They're already far away.

Why then can't I cross this threshold

and tell Elvira of my sorrow Why then can't I cross this threshold

and tell Elvira of my sorrow

and faithfulness?

No, I could lose us both.

I'll start my song again. Elvira may come if it sounds in her heart

as in the happy days when we said to one another...

"I love you"...

The exiled traveller, travels over hill and dale.

Sorrow, his companion

has marked his face.

He seeks sleep in the gloomy night...

The exiled traveller...

...dreams, but...

...regret for his homeland and his fate snatch him from sleep.

Time and place matter little to the unhappy troubador.

Only death will put an end to the torments of his wanderings.

It's over...

I am so unfortunate! It's over...

I am so unfortunate!

How sweet that voice was to me!

O God... How sweet that voice was to me!

O God...

It's over...

It seemed to me... alas, memories!

Vain dreams!

My Arturo, where are you?

At your feet, Elvira, forgive me!

Arturo? Yes, it's him! My love!

- Elvira! - You're not deceiving me? - Deceiving you? Never!

- So my unhappiness is over? - There's nothing more to fear!

Your unhappiness is over!

Never to leave each other again!

Love unites us at last!

Seeing you has made me forget all my worries,

and the troubles I lived through far from you.

The troubles he lived through far from me?

How long? Do you remember?

- Three months... - No, no!

Three centuries...

...of sighs and troubles,

three centuries of horror!

I called for you all the time:

"Come back, Arturo, comfort me!"

And each word was interrupted by my sobbing heart.

Forgive me... she was wretched, a prisoner... abandoned...

If you didn't love her, why did you follow her?

- Did you really not know she was going to die? - But who? Tell me!

You don't know? The Queen...

The Queen!

The slightest delay, and a terrible death awaited her on the scaffold...

Is it true? Suddenly all is clear!

- So you love me? - Can you doubt it? Is it true? Suddenly all is clear!

- So you love me? - Can you doubt it?

- So you wish to... - Stay with you, and love you...

So you love me, my Arturo? Truly?

Come into my arms,

my love and my life!

You shall never be taken away from me,

as long as I hold you to my heart!

I call for you without cease... you are all I desire!

Come, I love you,

my love is endless!

My beloved...

I cannot express my joy...

My heart overflows with love...

I call for you without cease... you are all I desire!

Come, I love you, I love you, my love is endless!

That cruel sound again! It's my enemies!

Yes, I know that fateful sound...

...but know that I no longer fear it!

I tore up the veil that adorned her head...

...and at dawn, with me you'll come to the celebrations...

Oh God! What are you saying? ...and at dawn, with me you'll come to the celebrations...

Oh God! What are you saying?

Like you, they stare at me and cannot understand

my words and my fears...

Return to your senses... You're delirious!

Halt there! Loyal troops!

- "Who goes there"? - "England and Cromwell"! - Will you forsake me again?

- She will not have you again! - He'll win!

- Unhappy child, I won't leave you! - My grief will stop you!

- Help! Mercy! - Ah, be silent!

Arturo?

Wretched man!

The god who punishes traitors has caught you.

What cruel fate has brought you here?

Believe me, Arturo, she doesn't love you.

I alone will make you happy.

Arturo Talbot, your country and God have condemned you to death...

- To death! - How awful!

Traitors never escape God's wrath.

- What's this I hear? - What a change!

She pales, then blushes...

The poor girl thought that I betrayed her

and dragged out her life in suffering!

Now, I scorn my fate,

if I can die by your side!

These fateful words

awaken me from my suffering...

Since he must die,

I shall be his wife even in death!

What are you waiting for?

Revenge! What are you waiting for?

Revenge!

Arturo! You're still alive!

- Elvira! I'm here! - Forgive me!

Your death is my fault!

Take me in your arms!

- Farewell! - Farewell!

Treacherous souls, deaf to all pity!

Heartless men!

She shudders

and dies...

Treacherous souls, deaf to all pity!

Stay your rage one moment!

Later you shall feast on your cruelty.

- Vengeance! - Enough!

The heralds' call!

It's a message! Let's go and see.

Rejoice!

- The Stuarts have been conquered. - The guilty are pardoned...

England is free!

Glory to Cromwell!

Be happy, loving souls,

just as you were unhappy!