Don Giovanni, K.527, Act II, Scena seconda: Ah, pieta, signori miei (Leporello) · Samuel Ramey/Wiener Philharmoniker/Riccardo Muti
Mozart: The Da Ponte Operas
â„— 1991 Warner Classics, Warner Music UK Ltd
Assistant Production: Anne Armes Soprano Vocals: Carol Vaness Soprano Vocals: Cheryl Studer Producer: David Groves Tenor Vocals: Frank Lopardo Bass: Jan-Hendrik Rootering Choir: Konzertvereinigung Wiener Staatsopernchor Librettist: Lorenzo Da Ponte Tonmeister: Michael Sheady Baritone Vocals: Natale De Carolis Chorus: Peter Burian Conductor: Riccardo Muti Lead Vocals: Riccardo Muti Fortepiano, Musicians: Robert Kettelson Bass: Samuel Ramey Lead Vocals: Samuel Ramey Bass: Samuel Ramey (Baß) Mezzo-soprano Vocals: Susanne Mentzer Orchestra: Wiener Philharmoniker Lead Vocals: Wiener Philharmoniker Bass: William Shimell Composer: Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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LEPORELLO Ah, pietà, signori miei! Dò ragione a voi, a lei Ma il delitto mio non è. II padron con prepotenza, L'innocenza mi rubò. piano a Donna Elvira Donna Elvira, compatite! Voi capite come andò. a Zerlina Di Masetto non so nulla, accennando a Donna Elvira Vel dirà questa fanciulla. È un oretta cirumcirca, Che con lei girando vo. a Don Ottavio, con confusione A voi, signore, non dico niente, Certo timore, certo accidente, Di fuori chiaro, di dentro scuro, Non c'è riparo, la porta, il muro. additando la porta dov'erasi chiuso per errore Io me ne vado verso quel lato, Poi qui celato, l'affar si sa! Ma s'io sapeva, fuggìa per qua! fugge precipitosamente
English Libretto or Translation:
LEPORELLO Ah, be not so hard upon me, Give me leave, good friends, to speak! Wrongs like yours surely had undone me. But, believe me, I am not he you seek. I will tell you how my master, did from bad to worse descend. Donna Elvira, do you tell them, By what arts he gains his end; As for thee, I've not a notion what befell thee; As this lady here can tell thee, For I met her, with him philand'ring, Well I knew how all would end; And to your lordship, I will admit it, I've acted wrongly, not as befitted... I know I've trespas'd, I ask your pardon, Lost in the darkness, I entered the garden, Not thought t'offend. 'Twas a blunder; Greatly I wonder, how all was known! Masters, I would now with speed be gone.