Don Ottavio son morta

English Libretto or Translation:

DONNA ANNA
Don Octavio, oh help me!

DON OCTAVIO
What disturbs thee?

DONNA ANNA
I cannot comprehend it yet!

DON OCTAVIO
My dearest, say, what hath happen'd?

DONNA ANNA
Oh, heaven! Oh, heaven!
That was the murderer of my dear Father!

DON OCTAVIO
What say'st thou?

DONNA ANNA
No longer can I doubt - his words at parting -
His soft and honey'd voice - all bring before me,
Past the chance of a doubt,
The vile intruder, who dar'd into my chamber.

DON OCTAVIO
Heav'n, is't possible,
That 'neath the sacred mantle of long friendship...
But proceed, the whole, oh, tell me,
Of this dark adventure.

DONNA ANNA
Shadows of midnight all around me were gathered;
In my own quiet chamber
Sitting alone,
By misadventure and dreaming,
When all at once there came in, wrapp'd in a mantle,
A man, whom for the moment I had taken for thee.
But soon I had discovered
How great was my error!

DON OCTAVIO
Horror, continue!

DONNA ANNA
Silent he drew near me,
And my hand would caress,
Quick I withdrew it, and then he seized me... I struggled;
No one was near, one hand upon my mouth he placed,
My screaming to stifle, with the other he press'd me
Close in his grasp - I scarcely could resist him.

DON OCTAVIO
Miscreant! And then?

DONNA ANNA
At last my dread,
My horror of the bastardly ruffian lent strength
Unwonted for the moment,
I struggled with tortuous writhings fearfully,
With an effort I flung him from me.

DON OCTAVIO
Oh, joy! That sav'd thee!