La Forza del Destino: Act I: Scena finale - È tardi · James Levine · Giuseppe Verdi · Leontyne Price · Plácido Domingo · Gillian Knight · Kurt Moll · London Symphony Orchestra
Verdi: La Forza Del Destino
â„— 1977 BMG Music
Released on: 1997-01-21
Lyricist: Francesco Maria Piave
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ALVARO traendo una pistola No. Difenderti degg'io.
LEONORA Ripon quell'arma. Contro al genitore Vorresti? . . .
ALVARO No, contro me stesso!
LEONORA Orrore!
SCENA IV
Dopo vari colpi, apresi con istrepito la porta, ed il Marchese di Calatrava entra infuriato, brandendo una spada e seguito da due servi con lumi.
MARCHESE Vil seduttor! Infame figlia!
LEONORA correndo a suoi piedi No, padre mio.
MARCHESE Io più nol sono.
ALVARO Il solo colpevole son io. presentandogli il petto Ferite, vendicatevi.
MARCHESE No, la condotta vostra Da troppo abbietta origine Uscito vi dimostra.
ALVARO risentito Signor Marchese!
MARCHESE a Leonora Scostati. ai servi S'arresti l'empio.
ALVARO cavando nuovamente la pistola Guai se alcun di voi si muove.
LEONORA correndo a lui Alvaro, oh ciel, che fai?
ALVARO al Marchese Cedo a voi sol, ferite.
MARCHESE Morir per mano mia! Per mano del carnefice Tal vita spenta sia!
ALVARO Signor di Calatrava! Pura siccome gli angeli È vostra figlia, il giuro; Reo sono io solo. Il dubbio Che l'ardir mio qui desta. Si tolga colla vita. Eccomi inerme.
Getta via la pistola che, cadendo al suolo scarica il colpo, e ferisce mortalmente il Marchese.
MARCHESE Io muoio!
ALVARO disperato Arma funesta!
LEONORA correndo al padre Aita!
MARCHESE a Leonora Lungi da me. Contamina tua vista la mia morte!
LEONORA Padre!
MARCHESE Ti maledico! Cade tra le braccia dei servi
LEONORA Cielo, pietade!
ALVARO: Oh, sorte!
I servi portano via il Marchese, mentre Don Alvaro trae seco verso il verone la sventurata Leonora.
English Libretto or Translation:
LEONORA It is too late!
ALVARO Then we must keep calm.
CURRA Holy Virgin!
LEONORA to Don Alvaro Hide in there. indicating her room
ALVARO drawing a pistol No, I must protect you.
LEONORA Put away that gun. Would you raise it against my father?
ALVARO No, against myself.
He replaces the pistol.
LEONORA Horror!
After several blows, the rear door on the left is noisily thrown open. The Marquis of Calatrava enters in a rage, brandishing a sword; he is followed by two servants carrying lamps.
MARQUIS Vile seducer! Shameless daughter!
LEONORA throwing herself at his feet No, father -
MARQUIS repulsing her No longer am I your father!
ALVARO to the Marquis I alone am the guilty one. baring his chest Strike - take your revenge!
MARQUIS to Don Alvaro No, your conduct shows the baseness of your origins.
ALVARO offended My lord!
MARQUIS to his daughter Stand aside. to the servants Arrest the scoundrel!
ALVARO again taking out the pistol, to the servants, who back away Beware, if either of you moves …
LEONORA running to him Alvaro - heavens, what are you doing?
ALVARO to the Marquis I yield to you alone. Strike!
MARQUIS Die by my hand? Let such a life be ended by that of the executioner!
ALVARO My Lord of Calatrava! Pure as the angels is your daughter - I swear it; I alone am guilty. Let the suspicion aroused by my boldness be removed along with my life. Here I stand, unarmed …
He throws down the pistol; as it strikes the ground, it goes off, mortally wounding the Marquis.
MARQUIS I am dying!
ALVARO desperately Fatal weapon!
LEONORA running to her father's side Help!
MARQUIS to Leonora Get away from me! The sight of you sullies my death.
LEONORA Father!
MARQUIS I curse you!
He falls into the arms of his servants.
LEONORA in desperation Heaven, have mercy!
ALVARO Oh, cruel destiny!
The servants carry the Marquis to his apartments while Don Alvaro drags the unfortunate Leonora with him towards the balcony.