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A sail! A sail!

- A flag! A flag! - It's the winged lion!

- Now the lightning reveals it - A trumpet blast! A trumpet blast!

- The cannon has thundered - It's the general's ship

First she sinks down, then she is tossed into the sky...

Her prow rises from the waves

She is hidden in the clouds and the sea...

...and appears in the lightning flash

Lightning! Thunder! Whirlpools!

Tempestuous storms and thunderbolts!

The waves quake, the winds quake...

...the depths and the heights quake

A grim and blind spirit, plunging down, cuts the air

God shakes the wild heaven, dark as a veil

All is smoke! All is fire!

The horrid soot is set ablaze...

...and then dies down, even more ghastly than before

The universe writhes in pain...

...the ghostly north wind comes rushing...

...titanic trumpets blare out in the sky

God, lightning in the storm!

God, the smile of the shore!

Save the ship and the flag of Venetian destiny

You who rule the stars and Fate

You who command the earth and the heavens

Let the trusty anchor rest...

...at the bottom of a calmed sea

The mainsail is ripped!

The ship's hurtling towards that rock!

Help! Help!

May the frenzied bed of the sea be her grave

She's saved! She's saved!

Lower the boats!

All hands to the ropes! Hold fast!

Pull together! To the shore!

To the landing! Disembark!

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah!

Rejoice!

The Muslim's pride is buried in the sea

Ours and heaven's is the glory

After our arms the storm defeated him

Long live Otello! Hurrah!

Hurrah! Hurrah! Victory! Victory!

Victory! Destruction!

Scattered, destroyed, they sank and were buried in the raging sea

They will have the lash of the breakers for their requiem...

...the riot of the whirlwinds...

...the abyss of the sea

Victory! Victory!

The storm is abating

Well, Roderigo, what are you thinking?

Of drowning myself

He who drowns himself for a woman's love is a fool

I do not know how to win

Come on, be sensible, await the workings of time

The lovely Desdemona...

...whom you adore in your secret dreams...

...will soon find loathsome...

...the dark kisses of that savage with the swollen lips

Good Roderigo, I profess myself your sincere friend...

...nor could I serve you with stronger zeal

If a woman's weak vow...

...is not too difficult a knot for my talent nor for hell...

...I swear that that lady will be yours

Listen to me

Although I pretend to love him, I hate that Moor

There is a reason for my hatred

There it is, look

That foppish captain usurps my rank...

...the rank that in a hundred well-fought battles I have earned

Such was Otello's wish...

...and I remain of my Moorish lord... his ensign

But, just as it is true...

...that you are Roderigo...

...so it is true that if I were the Moor...

...I would not wish to see a Jago close to me

If you listen to me...

Fire of rejoicing...

...the merry blaze makes the night flee with its brightness

it darts, sparkles, crackles and blazes...

...shining fire that invades the heart

Drawn by its bright beam lovely faces move around it...

...a changing group

They are young girls of happy songs...

...they are moths of fiery flight

The palm burns with the sycamore...

...the bride sings with her faithful beloved

On the golden flame, on the happy chorus...

...breathes the burning spirit of heaven

Fire of rejoicing swiftly kindles...

...swiftly passes, fire of love

It shines, darkens, throbs, wavers...

...the last spark flickers and dies

Roderigo, let's drink

- Bring your cup here, Captain - I'm not drinking any more

- Swallow this drop - No

Look! Today all of Cyprus has gone mad

It is a night of rejoicing, and so...

Stop. My brain is burning already from the cup I drained

Yes, you must drink once more

To the marriage of Otello and Desdemona!

Hurrah!

- She is the flower of this island - Listen to him

With her radiance she gathers all hearts

Yet she is so modest

- Jago, you will sing her praises - Listen to him

I am only a critic

And she is more beautiful than any praise

- Beware of that Cassio - What are you afraid of?

He already chatters too exuberantly, his bold youth spurs him on

He is a wily seducer who will block your path

- Take care... - Well?

If he gets drunk, he is lost. Make him drink

Here, boys, some wine!

Wet your gullet!

Drink hard, drink deep...

...before song and glass disappear

This true nectar of the vine...

...clouds the thoughts with beautiful mists

He who has taken the bait of the Bacchanalian song, bold and wild...

...come drink with me, drink with me

One more sip and he's drunk

One more sip and he's drunk

The world throbs when I'm drunk

I defy the ironic deity and fate

Like a harmonious lute I vibrate

Joy is waiting eagerly in my path

Let cowards flee from the lively cup...

Let everyone look at the depths of my soul...

...who hide deceit in their hearts

I do not fear, I do not fear the truth

- The cup... - He's sozzled

Rouse yourself. Draw him into an argument

He's quick to anger, he will insult you, a brawl will ensue

Think how you will be able to disturb happy Otello's first night of love

And it is this that spurs me on

...with red...red wine

Captain, the watch is waiting for you...

...on the ramparts

Let's go

- What do I see? - Cassio prepares for sleep...

...in that way every night

Otello should know it

Let's go to the ramparts

- Who's laughing? - I am laughing at a drunkard

Look out for yourself, scoundrel!

Drunken knave!

Rogue! No one can save you any more

Restrain your hand, sir, I beg you

I'll split your skull if you interfere here

- The words of a drunkard... - Of a drunkard?

Go to the harbour with all the strength you have left, crying, "Revolt!"

Go, spread disorder, horror. Let the bells sound the alarm

- Brothers, stop this cruel fight! - Let's fly!

Heavens! Montano is already drenched in blood

What a furious fight!

- A truce! They're killing each other - Peace!

No one can restrain that fighting tempest

Raise the alarm! Satan possesses them!

To arms! To arms! Help! Help!

Down with your swords!

How now! What is happening?

Am I among Saracens?

Or has Turkish fury so gripped you...

...that you tear one another to pieces?

Honest Jago, by that love which you bear me, speak

I don't know

All here were friends before, courteous and merry...

...but suddenly, as if a malign planet had bewitched their minds...

...unsheathing their swords they fell upon one another...

If only I had lost my legs before they brought me here

Cassie, how did you so far forget yourself?

Mercy. Pardon

I don't know what to say...

- Montano... - I am wounded...

Wounded! By heaven! My blood is starting to boil

Anger puts our guardian angel to flight

What?

My sweet Desdemona awakened from her dreams by you as well?

Cassio, you are captain no longer

Oh! My triumph!

Jago, go about the terrified city with this squadron...

...and restore the peace

Help Montano

Let everyone return to his own house

I will not leave here until I see the ramparts deserted

Now in the dense night every noise is silenced

Already my beating heart is lulled in this embrace and calmed

Let war thunder and the world be engulfed...

...if after great wrath...

...comes this great love

My proud warrior!

How much suffering, how many sad sighs and how much hope...

...has led us to these sweet embraces

Oh! How sweet it is to murmur together

Do you remember?

When you recounted your life of exile...

...the fierce events and your long sorrows...

...and I listened, with my soul ravished by those fears...

...and with ecstasy in my heart

I described the clash of arms, the battle...

...and the bold rush into the mortal breach...

...the assault, hanging like horrible ivy from the rampart by our nails...

...and the whistling arrow

Then you led me to the shining deserts...

...to the burning sands, to your native land...

...then you told of the torments suffered...

...and the chains and the pain of slavery

Your beautiful face ennobled the story with tears...

...and your lips with sighs

On my darkness glory descended...

...paradise and the stars to bless

And I saw, between your dark temples...

...the eternal beauty of your spirit shine

And you loved me for my misfortunes...

...and I loved you for your pity

And I loved you for your misfortunes...

...and you loved me for my pity

Let death come!

And in the ecstasy of this embrace...

...let the supreme moment take me

Such is my soul's joy that I am afraid

fear that this divine moment will not be granted me again...

...in the unknown future of my destiny

May heaven disperse all cares...

...and love not change with the changing years

To this prayer of yours...

...let the celestial host answer, "Amen"

May it answer, "Amen"

Oh! Joy engulfs me so fiercely...

...that I lie breathless

A kiss...

Otello!

A kiss...

Another kiss

The burning Pleiades are already sinking into the sea

The night is late

- Come, Venus is shining - Otello!

Don't torment yourself

If you trust in me...

...you will soon return to the frivolous favours of Monna Bianca...

...proud Captain, with your hilt of gold and embroidered baldric

Don't flatter me...

Listen to what I say

You must know that Desdemona is the leader of our leader

He lives for her alone

Entreat this gentle soul...

...to intercede for you...

...and your pardon is assured

But how can I speak with her?

It is her custom to stroll at midday...

...among those trees with my wife

Wait for her here

Now the way of salvation is open to you

Go

Go. I already see your end

Your demon drives you...

...and I am your demon

And mine drives me...

...and I believe in it, inexorable God

I believe in a cruel God who has created me in his image...

...and whom, in my anger, I name

From the baseness of a germ or an atom...

...I was basely born

lam evil because I am a man...

...and I feel the mud of my origin in me

Yes, this is my creed

I believe with a firm heart...

...just as the young widow in the temple believes...

...that the evil that I think and the evil that comes from me...

...was decreed by my destiny

I believe that the honest man is a mocking actor...

...both in his face and in his heart...

...that everything in him is a lie...

...tears, kisses, looks, sacrifices and honour

And I believe that man is the plaything of an unjust fate...

...from the germ of the cradle...

...to the worm of the grave

After all this mockery comes death

And then?

And then?

Death is nothingness

Heaven is an old wives' tale

There she is

Cassio, it's up to you

This is the moment

Bestir yourself. Desdemona's coming

He has moved

He greets her and goes up to her

Now to bring Otello here

Help, Satan, help my cause

They are conversing already...

...and she inclines her pretty face, smiling

All I need is one flash of that smile...

...to drag Otello to his ruin

Let's go...

But chance is working in my favour

Here he is. To my post, to work

That distresses me

- What are you saying? - Nothing

You here?

An idle word escaped my lips

The man moving away from my wife, is it Cassie?

Cassio? No

That man shook like a guilty person when he saw you

I believe it was Cassio

My lord...

What do you want?

In the first days of your love...

...didn't Cassio know Desdemona?

Yes. Why do you ask such a question?

My thought reflects vague fear, not malice

Tell me your thought, Jago

Did you confide in Cassio?

He would often carry a gift or a word from me to my wife

- Really? - Yes, really

Don't you think he's honest?

Honest?

What are you hiding in your heart?

What am I hiding in my heart, my lord?

"What am I hiding in my heart, my lord?"

By heaven, you are the echo of my words

In the cloister of your soul you harbour some terrible monster

Yes, I heard you murmur just now, "That distresses me"

But tell me what distressed you

You mention Cassie and then you frown

- Come on, speak if you love me - You know that I love you

Then without veils and ambiguous words express yourself

Let your worst thought come forth from your throat...

...with even worse words

Even if you held my entire soul in your hand...

...you would not know it

My lord, fear jealousy

It is a dark hydra, leaden, blind...

...that poisons itself with its own venom...

...tearing an open wound in its breast

O misery! No!

Vain suspicions are no help

Before, doubt the inquiry...

...after, doubt the proof...

...after the proof Otello has his supreme laws

Let love and jealousy be dispelled together

Such a proposition breaks the seal on my lips

I do not speak yet of proof...

...but, generous Otello, be vigilant

Often honest and noble minds...

...do not see deceit. Be vigilant

Examine Desdemona's words

A remark can restore faith, can confirm suspicion

There she is. Watch closely

Wherever you look, rays shine, hearts are warmed

Wherever you pass, clouds of flowers descend

Here, amongst lilies and roses, as if it were a pure shrine...

...fathers, children, brides come singing

The heavens shine, the breeze dances, the flowers perfume the air

Joy, love and hope sing in my heart

That song overcomes me

From a man who suffers...

...under your displeasure...

...I bring a petition

- Who is he? - Cassio

Was it he who was talking to you under those trees?

The very same, and his grief that has affected me...

...is so real that it merits mercy

I intercede for him, I entreat you

Pardon him

Not now

Don't deny me

Forgive him

Not now

Why does your voice sound perturbed?

What grief saddens you?

My forehead is burning

The tiresome burning will disappear...

...if my hand binds you with this soft linen

I have no need for that

- You are distressed, my lord - Leave me alone!

If unwittingly...

...I have sinned against you, husband...

...grant me the sweet and happy word of pardon

Perhaps because I do not understand the deceits of sly love...

I am your handmaiden...

...humble and meek...

...but your lips sigh...

...your eyes are fixed on the ground

Look me in the face...

...and see how love speaks

Come, let me gladden your heart...

...let me ease your pain

She is lost and I am mocked...

...and my heart is broken and ruined

In the mud I see my golden dream

Leave! I want to be alone

For your own good, be silent. Understand?

Desdemona false!

With these threads I will plot the proof of the sin of love

This shall be hidden in Cassie's house

Horrible thought!

My poison is working

False towards me! Towards me!

- Suffer and roar! - Horrible! Horrible!

Think no more of it

You? Get back! Flee!

You have bound me to the cross. Alas!

More horrible than any horrible injury is the suspicion of injury

In the secret hours of her lust stolen from me...

...did a presentiment perhaps stir in my breast?

I was bold, joyful

I did not know anything yet...

...I did not feel on the divine body that makes me love her...

...and on the lying lips...

...the burning kisses of Cassio

And now... And now...

Now and forever farewell, sacred memories...

...farewell, sublime enchantments of my thought!

Farewell, gleaming troops, farewell, victories...

...flying arrows and flying chargers

Farewell, triumphant sacred banner...

...and trumpets resounding in the morning

Shouts and songs of battle, farewell

This is the end of Otello's glory

- Peace, my lord - Villain!

Find me sure proof that Desdemona is impure

Do not flee. It will not avail you

I want sure, visible proof

Or else upon your head...

...let the thunderbolt of my fearful wakening fury catch fire and fall

Divine grace, defend me

May heaven protect you

I am no longer your ensign

I want the world to be my witness that honesty is a danger

No. Stay

Perhaps you are honest

It would be better for me if I were a deceiver

By the universe!

I believe Desdemona to be faithful and I believe she is not...

...I believe you to be honest and I believe you are disloyal

I want proof. I want certainty

My lord, restrain your anxiety

And what certainty do you need?

To see them embracing, perhaps?

Death and damnation!

That would be a difficult task

And what certainty do you dream of...

...if that foul deed always eludes you?

But if reason be the guide to truth...

...I have such a strong conjecture...

...that soon should lead you to certainty

Listen

It was night, Cassio was sleeping

I lay beside him

With faltering words he betrayed his innermost enchantment

His lips moved slowly, slowly...

...in the abandon of his burning dream

And then he said, in a faint tone...

..."Sweet Desdemona!

"Let our love be kept hidden

"Let us keep careful watch

"I am drowning in heavenly ecstasy"

The tender nightmare continued...

...even more sweetly...

...with soft anguish...

...as if kissing the inner vision...

...he then said, "I curse the cruel fate...

"...that gave you to the Moor"

And then the dream...

...turned into blind sleep

Monstrous guilt!

I have only recounted a dream

A dream that reveals a fact

A dream that can make another clue become proof

What clue?

Have you sometimes seen in Desdemona's hand...

...a piece of fabric embroidered with flowers...

...and finer than gauze?

It is the handkerchief I gave her...

...first pledge of love

That handkerchief yesterday, lam sure of it...

...I saw in Cassie's hand

God grant him a thousand lives!

One is a poor prey to my fury

Jago, I have a heart of ice

Away from me, piteous illusions!

All my vain love I breathe to heaven

Watch, it is gone

The hydra entwines me in its serpent's coils

Blood! Blood! Blood!

Yes, I swear by the marble heaven

By the forked lightning

By death...

...and by the dark murderous sea

With rage and terrible force...

...let this hand that I raise and extend...

...soon blaze out

Do not rise yet

Witness is the sun that I see...

...that shines on me and animates the broad earth...

...and the vast breath of all creation...

...that to Otello I consecrate...

...my ardent heart, arm and soul...

...even if his will arms itself for bloody work

Yes, I swear by the marble heaven

By the forked lightning

By death and by the dark murderous sea

With rage and terrible force...

...let this hand that I raise and extend soon blaze out

The harbour watchman has signalled the Venetian galley...

...that is bringing the ambassadors to Cyprus

Good

Continue

I will bring Cassio here...

...and with clever inquiries will lead him on to gossip

You, hidden over there, observe his manner...

...his words, his jokes, his gestures

Be patient or the proof will elude you

There's Desdemona

It's best to pretend

I'm going

The handkerchief...

Go!

I would happily have forgotten it

God keep you merry, husband...

...sovereign of my soul

Thank you, my lady

Give me your ivory hand

Warm moisture bedews its soft beauty

It is still unaware of the stamp of grief and age

And yet the courteous demon of ill counsel nests here...

...illuminating the fair ivory of this tiny claw

Gently it assumes the pose of prayer and pious fervour

And yet with this hand I gave you my heart

But I must speak to you again about Cassio

Again the pain of my malady attacks me

Bind my forehead

- Here you are - No

I want the handkerchief I gave you

- I don't have it with me - Desdemona...

...woe if you have lost it

Woe!

A powerful sorceress...

...disposed its secret weave

In it lies the lofty magic of a talisman

Be careful. To lose it or give it away is a terrible misfortune

- Do you speak the truth? - I do

- You frighten me - What? Have you lost it, perhaps?

- No - Look for it

- In a little while I'll look for it - No, at once!

You are teasing me

This way you turn aside the question of Cassio

This is the cleverness of your thinking

By heaven! My soul awakens!

The handkerchief...

Cassio is your dear friend

- The handkerchief! - Pardon, Cassio

- The handkerchief! - Great God!

There is a cry of menace in your voice

- Raise those eyes! - Horrible idea!

Look me in the face. Tell me what you are

Otello's faithful wife

Swear it! Swear and damn yourself

- Otello believes me faithful - I believe you impure

- God help me! - You are running to your damnation

Say that you are chaste

Chaste...I am

Swear and damn yourself

Terrified, I look into your terrible gaze

A fury speaks in you

I feel it but do not understand it

Look at me

My face and my soul I reveal to you

Examine my broken heart

I pray heaven for you with this weeping

For you I sprinkle the ground with these burning drops

Look at the first tears...

...that grief draws from me

If your demon saw you now...

...he'd take you for an angel and not touch you

The Everlasting sees my loyalty

No! Hell sees it

I ask for your justice, my husband

Desdemona! Away! Away!

You're weeping too?

And, moaning...

...hold back the breaking of your heart

And I am the innocent cause...

...of such weeping

What did I do wrong?

Do you ask?

The blackest of crimes...

...is written on the white lily of your forehead

Alas!

What?

Aren't you perhaps a base courtesan?

Heavens! No

I am baptised in the Christian faith

What?

I am not what that horrible word expresses

Give me again your ivory hand

I wish to make amends

I thought you...

Forgive me if my thought is wicked...

...that base courtesan...

...who is Otello's wife

God!

You could have hurled at me all the ills of poverty, of shame...

...made of my brave triumphal trophies a ruin, a lie...

...and I would have borne the cruel cross...

...of suffering and of disgrace...

...with a serene brow...

...and been resigned to the will of heaven

But, O tears, O grief...

...they have taken from me the vision...

...where I, rejoicing, calmed my spirit

Extinct is that sun, that smile, that radiance that makes me alive...

...that makes me happy

And you finally, Clemency...

...pious, immortal spirit of rosy laughter...

...cover your holy face with a horrible, infernal apparition

Damnation!

Let her first confess the crime and then die

Confession! Confession! The proof!

- Cassie is there - There? Heaven!

O joy!

Horror! Foul torments!

Control yourself! Hide!

Come, the hall is deserted

Come inside, Captain

That honoured name still rings hollow for me

Take heart, your suit is in such hands that victory is certain

I thought I'd find Desdemona here

- He spoke her name! - I would like to speak to her again...

...to know if my pardon has been proclaimed

Wait for her...

...and meanwhile, as long as your tongue never tires of gay tales...

...tell me a little of her who is in love with you

- Of whom? - Of Bianca

He is smiling

Nonsense!

She ensnares you with her lovely glances

- You make me laugh - He who wins laughs

In such duels, in truth, he who laughs wins

The villain triumphs. His contempt kills me

God, curb the anxiety that is in my heart

I'm already sated with kisses and poems

- You make me laugh - O fleeting loves!

You dream of the realm of another beauty

Do I hit the mark?

The villain mocks me. His contempt kills me

God, curb the anxiety that is in my heart

You have hit the mark. Yes, I confess it

- Listen - Speak quietly. I'm listening

Jago, you know my house...

Now he tells him the manner, the place and the time...

...by an unknown hand...

...I cannot hear the words. Alas! I want to hear them!

What have I come to!

...an embroidered handkerchief...

It's strange. It's strange

Jago motions me to draw nearer

By an unknown hand?

Nonsense!

Truly. How I long to know who it is

Otello is watching

Do you have it with you?

Look

What a marvel

Otello is listening. He's drawing near with cautious movements

Handsome knight, in your house...

...angels lose both halo and veil

That's it!

That's it! Damnation and death!

Otello is listening

All is dead! Love and grief

No one can move my soul any more

This is a web where your heart falls, cries out, is entangled and dies

You admire it, gaze at it too much

Beware of vain and false raptures

Lovely miracle of the thread and the needle...

...that transforms into rays...

...the threads of a cloth

Whiter, lighter than a snowflake...

...than a cloud woven...

...from the breezes of heaven

Beware

This is the signal that announces the arrival of the Venetian trireme

Listen

The whole castle answers with its trumpet blasts

If you don't want to encounter Otello here, flee

- Farewell - Go

How shall I kill her?

- You saw clearly how he laughed? - I saw

- And the handkerchief? - I saw everything

Hurrah! To the shore!

To the landing!

She is condemned

- Get me a poison for tonight - A poison, no

Long live the Lion of St Mark!

Better to smother her here in her bed...

...there, where she has sinned

I like this justice of yours

Jago will see to Cassio

Jago, from now on I appoint you my captain

My General, I thank you

Here are the ambassadors

Welcome them

But, to avoid suspicion...

...let Desdemona show herself to these gentlemen

Yes, bring her here

Hurrah! Hurrah! Long live the Lion of St Mark!

The Doge and the Senate greet the triumphant hero of Cyprus

I convey into your hands the Doge's message

I kiss the symbol of his sovereign majesty

My lady, may heaven have you in its keeping

And may heaven hear you

How sad you are

Emilia, a great cloud disturbs Otello's wisdom...

...and my destiny

Sir, I am happy to see you

Jago, what news?

But in your midst I don't see Cassio

Otello is angry with him

I think he will return to grace

Are you sure of that?

What do you say?

He is reading. He isn't speaking to you

Perhaps he will return to grace

Jago, I hope so

You know how true the affection is that I bear Cassio

Restrain your babbling lips, then

- Forgive me, my lord - Devil, be silent!

- Stop! - Horror! Horror!

My mind does not dare believe...

...that what I saw was true

- Bring Cassio to me! - What are you attempting?

Watch her when he arrives

Unhappy wife!

So this is the hero?

This is the warrior of sublime daring?

- He is what he is - Reveal your thought

Better to keep a silent tongue

Here he is. It's him. Examine his soul

Good sirs, the Doge...

You pretend to weep extremely well

...recalls me to Venice...

Fickle fortune!

...and has chosen as my successor in Cyprus...

...he who stood beside my banner, Cassio

Hell and death!

The ducal word is our law

I will obey

See? The villain doesn't seem to rejoice

No

The crew and the troops...

Continue your weeping...

...and the ships and the castle

I leave in the power of the new general

Otello, have pity. Comfort her or you will break her heart

We shall sail tomorrow

To the ground!

And weep!

To the ground!

Yes, in the livid mire...

...beaten...I lie

I weep...

...the shiver of my dying spirit turns me to ice

And one day in my smile...

...hope and kisses blossomed...

...and now...anguish in my face...

...and agony in my heart

That sun, serene and bright...

...that gladdens the sky and the sea...

...cannot dry the bitter drops of my grief

That innocent one makes no gesture...

...nor shudder of hatred

She keeps the moan in her breast...

...with painful restraint

He shakes his dark hand...

And one day in my smile...

...hope and kisses blossomed

- A word - What?

Make haste! Unleash your vengeance rapidly. Time flies

Well spoken

Anger is idle chatter. Rouse yourself!

Raise your eyes to the task. To the task alone

I'll see to Cassio. Let him expiate his plots

Hell will swallow up his foul, guilty soul

- Who will tear it from him? - I will

- You? - I have sworn it

- So be it - You will have news of him tonight

Your dreams will be on the sea tomorrow and you on the harsh land

- Alas, how sad I feel! - Ah, fool! Fool!

If you wish, you can hope

Come, grasp human boldness and listen to me

I am listening

The ship sails at the break of dawn

Now Cassio is the commander

But if it should happen that misfortune befall him...

...Otello stays here

Mournful light of a grim lightning

Hand on your sword!

At dead of night I will watch his path...

...I'll observe the place and the hour

The rest is up to you. I will be your sentry

To the hunt! To the hunt! Take up your bow

Yes! I have sold you honour and faith

- Begone! - Heaven!

All of you, flee from Otello!

A spell attacks him that deprives him of all sense

Whoever does not leave is a rebel against me

Follow me

My husband!

My soul, I curse you!

Horror!

Only I cannot flee from myself

Blood!

Ah! The despicable thought! "That distresses me"

To see them embracing... The handkerchief!

My poison is working

Long live Otello!

The echo of victory...

Hurrah! Hurrah!

...offers its last praise

Who can prevent me...

...from pressing this forehead...

...under my heel?

Hurrah! Long live Otello!

Glory to the Lion of Venice!

Behold the Lion!

Was he calmer?

He seemed so to me

He bade me go to bed and await him

Emilia, I pray you, lay out on my bed my white bridal gown

Listen

If I should die before you...

...bury me with one of those veils

Banish these ideas

I am so very sad

My mother had a poor maidservant...

...beautiful and in love

Her name was Barbara

She was in love with a man who later abandoned her

She used to sing a song, "The Willow Song"

Undo my hair

Tonight my memory is filled...

...with that dirge

"Singing, she wept on the lonely heath...

"...the sad girl wept

"O willow, willow, willow!

"She sat, hanging her head on her breast

"Willow, willow, willow!

"Let us sing. Let us sing

"The funereal willow will be my garland"

Hurry up. Otello will be here soon

"The brooks flowed among the flowering fields...

"...that broken heart moaned...

"...and her heart released from her eyes...

"...the bitter wave of tears

"Willow, willow, willow!

"Let us sing

"Let us sing

"The funereal willow will be my garland

"The birds flew down...

"...from the dark branches...

"...towards that sweet song

"And her eyes wept so much...

"...they would have moved stones to pity"

Put this ring away

Poor Barbara

The story used to end with this simple tune

"He was born for his glory...

"...I to love..."

Listen

I hear a moan

Be silent. Who is knocking at that door?

It is the wind

"I to love him and to die

"Let us sing

"Let us sing

"Willow, willow, willow!"

Emilia, farewell

How my eyes burn

It is a presentiment of weeping

Good night

Emilia, Emilia, farewell

Emilia, farewell

Hail Mary, full of grace...

...chosen are you...

...among brides and virgins

O blessed one...

...blessed be the fruit of your womb...

...Jesus

Pray for those who prostrate themselves before you, adoring

Pray for the sinner and the innocent...

...and for the weak and oppressed...

...and for the mighty

Also for the wretched, show your mercy

Pray for those who bow their heads...

...beneath outrageous and wicked destiny

Pray for us, pray for us always...

...and at the hour of our death

Pray for us...

...pray for us...

...pray

Hail Mary...

At the hour of death

Hail!

Amen!

Who's there?

Otello?

Yes

Have you said your prayers this evening?

I have prayed...

If you remember some sin you committed...

...that awaits forgiveness from heaven...

...ask for it at once

Why?

Hurry up! I do not want to kill your soul

- Do you speak of killing? - Yes

- Have mercy on me, my God - Amen

And you too have pity

Think of your sins

My sin is love

For that you die

And because I love you, you kill me?

- You love Cassio - No! On my soul

That handkerchief I gave you...

...you gave him

- It is not true - I saw it in his hand

- I am not guilty - Confess

- I swear - Beware of perjury

Think, you are on your deathbed

- Not to die - To die soon

Help!

I don't love Cassio. Let him come here. Let him speak

He is forever mute

Heavens!

Dead?

Dead

- I am lost! He, betrayed - Do you dare to weep for him?

Otello, do not kill me

You defend yourself in vain

- Let me still live! - Down! Fall down! Fall, prostitute!

- Have mercy! - Die!

- Let me live tonight... - No

- An hour... - No

- A moment... - No

- Let me just say a Hail Mary - It is too late

Quiet as the grave

Open up. Open UP

Who's there? Who's knocking?

My lord, I beg you, let me speak to you

Open up

Emilia. What has happened?

A great crime

Cassio killed Roderigo

- And Cassia? - He lives

Cassio lives?

Unjustly...

Unjustly killed

Who is moaning there?

Horror!

I die innocent

Great God!

Who was it? Who was it?

No one

I myself...

Commend me to my lord

I die innocent

Farewell

- Oh, liar. I killed her - Murderer!

Ahe was Cassio's mistress. Ask Jago

- Jago? - Yes, Jago

- Fool! And you believed him? - You dare deny it?

- I do not fear you - Beware!

Hey! Help! Help!

Otello has killed Desdemona

What are those shouts?

Horror! Horror!

Jago, disprove this vile murderer

Did you believe Desdemona unfaithful? Speak!

I believed her so

That handkerchief which I gave her one day...

...she gave it to Cassio

O divine powers!

- Be silent - No, I will reveal all

- Be silent - No!

That man tore that handkerchief from my hand by force

And in my house I found that handkerchief

Dying, Roderigo revealed the vile plottings of this man to me

Ah! Prove your innocence

- No - Stop!

- Follow him - Seize him

Has heaven no more thunderbolts?

Give me that sword

Do you dare?

Let no one fear me, even if you see me armed

Here is the end of my journey

Oh! Glory!

Otello is no more

And you, how pale you are

And weary and silent and beautiful...

...sainted creature...

...born under a malign star

Cold as your chaste life...

...and borne up to heaven

Desdemona!

Desdemona!

Ah! Dead! Dead!

Dead

I still have a weapon

Stop!

Before I killed you, wife, I kissed you

Now dying...

...in the shadow where I lie...

...a kiss...

...a kiss again...

One more kiss