THE COUNTY OF WALTER (Basso)
RODOLFO, his son (Tenor)
FEDERICA, Duchess of Ostheim, grandson of Walter (Mezzo-Soprano)
WURM, Castellano di Walter (Basso)
MILLER, old retired soldier (Baritone)
LUISA, his daughter (Soprano)
LAURA, peasant woman (Mezzo-Soprano)
A CONTADINO (Tenor)
CHORUS and COMPARSE:
Damsels of Federica, Paggi, Famigliari, Archers, Inhabitants of the village.
Nice village. On one side the modest house of Miller, on the other, a rustic temple: in the distance, and across the trees, the tops of Walter's castle.
A very clear spring dawn is on the horizon: the villagers flock to celebrate the Christmas day of Luisa. Laura is one of them.
It awakens you, Luisa, queen of the choir;
the mountains already laps a rice of light:
one day so happy together with the dawn
here sweet amistade leads you to it:
graceful is this dawn spring in April,
but how your face, graceful no, is not:
it is pure, sweet this kind aura,
even if it is less suave, men are pure than you.
Luisa, Miller and Detti
Here is my daughter.
Or dear friends!
Heaven is good for you.
to invoke him andrem united to the temple.
Your affection from my eyelashes expresses
tears of tenderness ...
At the paternal heart it is sacred
the day that comes up .... it gave me Luisa!
(Nor does it come yet!
He has no joy for me!)
Daughter, and love, just awake in you,
yes lives flames already spreads!
Oh! badly it is not contending lent love!
Of the new Mr. here in the Court
unknown to all is this Carlo.
Do not fear:
more noble spirit,
of virtue he never dressed undressed mortal.
I loved him, I loved him.
I saw him, and the first palpitation
the heart felt of love;
he saw me just, and the core
he leaped from my faithful.
Here they recognized each other
our alme in meeting again
formed to love each other
God had them in heaven!
presenting them all, first the women, then the men, a bunch of flowers
Luisa, a naive pledge
of the amistade accetra.
Grata is this alma,
or keep companions!
seeing a young hunter, who among the others also offers her flowers
Rodolfo and Detti
troubled, to himself
he loves you as a son.
greeting the peasants
Friends . . .
Are you paying?
I'm full of joy!
Happy full makes you love.
Appien happy? It's true!
The heart is near you
he lives only in pleasure.
I love you to express
ill would tempt the saying!
The death gel shut off
he can not so ardently affection;
has our choirs a God
of eternal knots
and on the earth extinct
we will love each other in heaven!
(I do not know what a bad voice
within my heart fav ...
Miserable me, if victim
of a seducer I was in it!
Ah! do not want, good God,
that to this destination succumbs ...
the grave is hatched
breathlessness so cruel!)
An alma, a solio desio
to both start the chest!
Never have I seen affection
more ardent, more faithful!
I hate the sacred ring
Did you hear? The bronzes ring;
Let's go and invite heaven.
From this moment everyone leaves the scene singing, and they gradually enter the church, with the exception of Miller
Wurm and Detti
Stop and listen.
I hear everything!
Furor of jealousy bones in my chest!
I love your daughter,
yet, a year ago,
I asked her her man;
and now that more luck
to me, second breath
Now that the new Mr.
more than the extinct
it's wide of favor,
trample, and dare!
My fatherly assent promised,
where the daughter had loved you.
And you could not possibly
to the wedding requests to abstract it?
Do not you have straight on you?
What do you say?
Sacra the choice is of a consort,
to be completely free must;
knot that can only be sunlit
badly from the law he receives.
I am not a tyrant, father is I,
we do not command children to the cor.
On earth a father resembles God
for the bontade, not for the rigorous.
Costarti, or old weak,
dear your blind affection will have to,
Under false appearance
the young favorite
it shows itself to you.
Be true! And you know?
Learn it: and the son is
Or heaven! Did you say son?
Of your Mr. Goodbye.
You heard me.
He broke my heart!
he remains silent for a few moments, as if oppressed by pain
Ah! my suspicion was right!
Ira and duol invades my chest!
Of all good the most holy,
I have no honor without stain.
Of a daughter the don solanto,
you made me, and I pay,
but the daughter, but your gift
Serbian intact to the parent.
Hall in Walter's castle, with door at the back.
Walter and Wurm. Some family members, who remain beyond the threshold.
forwarding followed by Wurm
What have you ever told!
And the reason therefore lost!
Mr., that exalted boss you know.
Meanwhile, Duchess follows me!
Tell him I desire him.
Wurm withdraws with the servants
Ah! everything is arid,
you, my son, you only dare!
Your happiness you do not know how much it costs me!
Oh! never know, never.
My blood, life would give
to see him happy, mighty!
And to my vows, to my orders
would that choked corpse be opposed?
The paternal affection is sweetness
this is not the source of this alma. . .
Atrocious punishment, torment of hell
God disdained made it for me.
Rodolfo, and Said
Portator son of good news.
Federica will soon be your bride.
Insiem grown in the same roof,
more than you that core appreciate who potria?
As the offer of your man I made her,
drunk with joy he revealed to me
that she secret nudity for you,
before the paternal command
the Duke pressed her.
(Or me lost!)
Among the extinct weapons that hoary warrior,
the name and the heritage to her remains,
to her as a friend
the august woman offers
who presses the throne of Lamagna.
The passage opens to you in the court!
Ambitious cravings not food
in cor, you know it!
In this debil core
he trembles that my gaze does not come down.
I want you to find out ...
Shut up ... It's the Duchess!
Meeting with it moviam,
so the wedding ask you.
And do you believe? and hope?
Obey ... Son, read my wishes.
Taking him by the hand to the meeting of the Duchess
The Duchess with the following of Damigelle: Paggi, Famigliari, Arcieri
THE COMPANIONS OF DUCHESSA
What a friendly smile,
Gentil, come, between these doors.
It is without pride in you beauty,
it is without pomp in you greatness.
The pudibonda romita star
it is destined to blaze.
Joint! my friends!
Beautiful nephew, my Rodolfo begs
the honor of favellarti.
I banished hunting
in the meantime I will hasten.
All start, less Federica and Rodolfo
(It is appropriate to his generous heart to trust himself.)
Duchess, you call me!
Federica is me;
I have never ceased to be you ever!
If luck changed, I did not change.
From the beaming classrooms of splendor
the desir was flying to the native roof
where it rises from the vergin my heart
the first hope, the first sigh!
The innocence of innocence in the first years
with me you divided, divided with you.
The secret penalties of the most ardent years
or else to unveil you, prostrate at your foot.
Deh! rises, Rodolfo,
you look troubled!
It is not good to deny it, even if they are too much.
A ruthless father invades me
not my fault to ask forgiveness ...
What I mean!
Yes vague, yes excess consort to me destined
the sky has not ...
Oh! explain yourself.
The other fate has come to me ...
Deh! the word bitter
forgive my lips!
Can you follow all'ara,
lie, before God?
Take a core off
that fades with other love,
my right to deal with it
at your feet, you will know!
Weapon, if you want, your hand,
in sen he throws me the brando.
You hear me, cruel, insane,
to you forgive by expiring;
but a jealous core
do not wait for favor;
Despised love is fury
that forgive does not know.
Interior of Miller's house. Two side doors; one puts it to Miller's room, the other to Luisa's; next to the first hangs a sword and an old soldier-like assault: in the façade the entrance, and a window, from which you glimpse part of the trepio. Odonsi to the mountains and surrounding valleys cries, and rumble of hunting instruments. Voices in the distance.
Untie the greyhounds, spur the steeds,
cheerful, merry the hunt will be.
We will cross the woods ... - we will sneak the beasts ... -
The prey is safe, guggir can not ...
Luisa, then Miller
approaching the window
Nol veggo ... get away from hunting
and here I am promised.
The woods are girded
we will sneak the beasts,
the prey is safe,
it will not be able to escape.
Enter Miller and throw himself on a chair
O my father! Wich was? You look agitated!
My fear was not vain ...
I? Such as? Narra ...
Sembianza and name he lied!
Carlo? Fia ver?
Sfuggir can not, etc.
Of the Count of Walter son,
what is the father's command,
he stringer prepares for a splendid wedding.
This is a lie. Esser can not ...
From the castle I come,
come the bride is.
Shut up! Kill you want your daughter?
So a seducer welcomed my roof?
wandering around the room full of wrath, find himself in front of his old uniform hanging from the wall
For this honored honor,
that my chest one day covered,
revenge I swear!
Rodolfo, and Detti
still on the threshold, where he heard the last part of the interview
Luisa, do not be afraid.
The promises of this lip were not lying.
The veil, well seen, is taken away;
but changed the name,
it is always the same.
What do you mean?
Rodolfo places Luisa on her knees at the feet of Miller, and prostrating herself, too, squeezes her right into her
I am your husband!
The witness father and God
I'm calling for the oath.
And who can undergo the wrath of the Count?
To me alone and to the sky
tremendous arcan is manifest!
Arcane that revealed to me
at the bottom of it I would do the Count!
No one advances ...
it is! My father!
Ah! I am lost!
Walter and sayings
You, sir, between these thresholds!
What are you coming to?
Nol made the fright that catches you
very clear, very obvious?
Of my straight I come armed
to make a damnable affair.
The nefarious accent
more from the lip you never get out of it,
pure love inflames the breast,
to abuse it to a non-lice man.
Pure love, the abject love
of sold seductress?
LUISA, RODOLFO, MILLER
Rodolfo snaps his sword
You gave me life!
He remembers it ... I've paid you the gift now!
You brought severe insult to me!
I was a soldier!
Blood still boils in my veins.
All daring father offended in the honor!
Crowds, now you will regret the audacity!
A squad of archers rushes, followed by Laura and many peasants
What happened ever?
And could you, or parent?
And his son!
Come back, insane!
Hate first ...
I will not hear. Both in logs.
warming to Walter's knees
At your foot ...
folding it up
Prostrate! … No!
Fra'mortali still oppressed
it's not so much innocence,
that you see genuflessa
of a proud presence.
To that God protrudes you innately
de malvagi punitor,
not to such a thing as a man,
and of beast in the breast the cor.
Foco d'ira is this cry ...
cede ... give in to my love ...
You bend, you, not me,
you owe, son, blind, ungrateful.
Do not want that broken knot,
that God formed among us.
My gesture, my wish
it is immutable like fate!
To imagine your created,
Oh Lord, was not I too?
And because I'm trampled
or what mud from this?
Oh, save me ... oh, please ...
deh! I do not have the oppressor!
Your gift, my life
first resume, Mr.!
To that God, you prostrate you, etc.
Give in to my love,
Father ah, give up!
Negro vel is on my side!
I have hell in the middle of the heart!
An instant is still a son!
An instant I have a father!
You must bend, not me,
or ungrateful son.
Between his core and his fatherly heart
you put on a foul love.
Heaven can not, hell can not
invade you with my fury!
LAURA, SOME PEOPLE
His crying wails!
His duel breaks the heart!
To obey him all is strength!
He is a father, he is a mister!
The signs are fulfilled.
putting himself forward to Luisa with unsheathed iron
From this acced unraveled
will fall those who recklessly advances.
takes Luisa and pushes her through the archers
He throws it into me.
If it is between the chains, my bride is
I swear to follow her in the prison.
Well, follow it.
Ah! before those vile prey have it,
the core I pass them.
throwing himself among the archers, and putting the point of the sword on Luisa's chest
Kill her. What late?
Or my fury!
Ah! I tried everything, do not stay
that an infernal advice
if raw, inexorable
you will stay with the child.
Tremble! Unveiled to men
it will be from my lips
how you came to be
Count of Walter!
It comes out quickly
God! Rodolfo ...
I hate ... arrested ...
she left, she is free!
LAURA, PEASANTS, ARCIERI
The Archers depart: Luisa falls on her knees half unconscious: the others rush around her.
Interior of Miller's house
Laura and Contadini, then Luisa
Ah! Luisa, Luisa, where are you?
Who appeals to me?
You certainly bring sad announcement!
And you listen to them.
At the village from the fields coming back
of the rock for steep calla,
a fragor, which you were approaching,
to us it came from the first valley;
they were steps and threats of armies,
whose voice is intertwined;
to the ciglion of the cliff facing
he struck deplorable sight!
Raw henchmen drawing an ancient among chains!
Ah! my father!
It makes cor.
You have a Just, a Mighty One
that the guard looks at you
on the miserable ones!
O father, my father!
he sets off to go out
Where is it?
To the castle.
Wurm and Detti
Listening to me is up.
to the peasants
You have a Just, a Mighty, etc.
Your father ...
Langue in hard prigion.
What do you do?
Ei, of the vassal Count, do it with outrage
and sign threats dared!
serious the pen!
I quiver to question you!
What is worth it?
On the hoary his crin hangs the ax.
Ah! Be quiet, keep quiet!
Still, you can save it.
I? Such as?
The offense Conte sends me to you:
a vergar sheet imposes you,
and price is your father's escape.
hinting to Luisa a table, on which there is the need to write
"Wurm, I never Rodolfo did not love ..."
"His lineage is known,
and I wanted to hold him between my nets ... "
Save your father.
"Ambition won me ... everything vanished ... forgive.
Return to the first affection,
and of Rodolfo to avoid the disdain,
like the night kingdoms,
come, and together fuggirem. "
And mark this hand
could my shame?
You hope it in vain.
You punish me, O Lord,
if I offend you and pay, I am
but of the barbarians to fury
do not leave me in abandonment.
To escape from extreme fate
ask them, to say I quiver,
ask their daughter for the disony!
Here nothing cares to impose on your core;
you free are you. I leave you.
Ruthless! And the wretched old man?
The udisti: he dies.
And free I am!
giving the sheet to Wurm
The sheet is written.
On the father's head, spontaneously the writing,
Luisa, swear to me that you say so.
A single gesture is still prescribed to you.
I love you.
You will have to get to the castle,
and there in the presence of noble lady
lit up shown ... by Wurm.
Acerba is the proof!
I am sorry!
To pieces, to pieces, or treacherous
the heart you broke me!
Almen tells you to make me
the father, the unfortunate father.
Of death the thrill shudder
all invades me.
At least the rai lock me up
the parent's man!
Courage: time is medication
of every human condolence.
To tighten your hand
I still have hope.
The castle: Walter's apartment
Walter, Wurm, Federica
He raves: on the mattin of the years
won by blind affection is often reason!
Of the wisdom empy the defect
for the son, the father!
My work is accomplished,
nothing cangiar owed me:
to be pitiful cruelty would be.
Wurm and sayings
All set up the plot the ranks.
Oh! Say: Luisa?
As you already anticipated, won,
conquered by credulous fright,
to the threats he surrendered;
for the hidden calle here it will come.
But the sheet?
He bought the man he owed to Rodolfo;
victory is certain!
And yet from the first assault
I can not refuse you, I can not refuse you!
A son's threat!
I did not crave the high heritage
of my cousin, who is alone for it!
To get it, contaminated
I'm too black too much!
I made my lord's turn
in revealing the ascetic mind!
To me, who always trusted the core,
discovered the choice and of a bride.
Fears were born in me very sad!
Having that knot children could!
You suggested to buy me
Varcar owed the Count's nightly forest.
We posted it, and ...
Do not follow ...
I feel the hair on my forehead!
All my blood shudder!
It is true that it is useful to speak of an event
whose eternal night among his mysteries,
has he already buried?
Off the ancient sire from 'masnadieri,
what we spread, everyone believed.
No, everyone! My son ran to the rumble
of our arms ... it was not dumb
still that lip!
What I mean! Ah! perhaps? ...
In that supreme, terrible point
Walter was naming ...
Or me lost!
Sol you? Joint
has not you been given to my destinies?
Or harmless you will be, I swear,
or on the gallows I will come with you.
(Plus this garment is not safe!
Potria of the log fall at the foot!)
The Duchess is coming!
Federica, and Said
At a sign from Walter, Wurm retires
My saying goes:
of Rudolph in the sen,
the delirium of a sick man
he learned that love was off.
And in short.
In vain; Luisa's core
never Rudolph did not;
of others it is she.
Is it true? And who could attest it?
What you asked here was conducted.
Did not you want it?
The Duchess sits, trying to recompose herself from her upset.
Walter opens a secret door, whence Luisa comes out, accompanied by Wurm.
Introduce yourself to the Duchess
Can you Luisa - Do you mean?
Plan to Luisa
It reminds you of what a peril
And your father!
(Or my terror!)
(Sweet look! The face, the eyelash,
everything blows in her candor!)
(A will be granted,
how much Heaven promised me!)
It seems to me that you lack courage
d'erger my eyes to my semblant!
She was born in a village!
High dama or treats innant!
(Rea forge of wicked frauds are costor!)
Luisa, love me. Only one of your say can do to me
unhappy, or appien happy!
Do not lie! But no, the appearance
you do not have a liar!
(Who suffered the most breathlessness!)
Do you love?
Do you love?
And who? Who?
Among us it was unknown.
I ignore that design.
And he never got to love lusighe,
accents from Luisa?
(The spun in my heart was coming!)
Parmi - yes -
cangiasti of color!
Ah! what's up? Do not fool me!
Do not betray yourself!
The arcanum breaks the mantle
if an arcane in sen you close.
Yes, as much as you love your father!
(The father! Or raw!)
Come on, what late?
The same from Luisa you will hear each one,
what a food for it
trust, immense, ardent love!
(How to hide the desires
of my jealous love?
Alas, the broken core
the more you can not hold up!
If I stay here, lifeless
at his feet he will fall!)
(A dream of joy
par that I see and hear! . . .
No, never so happy
this alma did not try!
Brake, my heart, the beats,
or I will die)
WALTER AND WURM
(Pinto has a lively joy
the smiling face!
Luck in that smile
Well I stop it, and squeeze it
the treacherous crin I will know)
The Duchess retires, followed by Walter; Wurm leads Luisa back to the secret door.
Hanging garden of the castle.
Rodolfo is rushed from a flat. He has Luisa's paper in his hands; a farmer follows him.
So the sheet?
I will already all be there!
I still need to hear it.
Secret and lively as it was with me, Luisa,
to bring him to Wurm ...
And to avoid my presence ...
He replied to me several times.
I suspect I'm not sure what plot,
and he expects me to pay for it.
throwing a bag
The farmer goes out
A servant appears
The servant departs
Oh! faith deny I could touch my eyes!
If heaven and earth, if mortals and angels
attest to me that she is not rea,
you lie! I answer I should, everyone lies.
showing the sheet
Son's figures! So much perfidy! soul more
yes, black! yes, mendacious!
Ben knew her father!
But then the judges, the hopes, the joy,
the tears, the breathlessness?
Everything is a lie, betrayal, deception!
When the nights to the placid
cheater of a starry sky
meco figgea in the ether
the look in love,
and this hand hold me
from his senite man ...
ah! betray me!
Then, I am silent, ecstatic
from his lips his pendea,
and she in angelic sound,
"I love you," he said,
so that he seemed the impiereo
open yours to mine!
Ah! it betrays me!
Wurm and Said
Did you ask me?
the sheet offers him
Wurm reads it
At both is this hour of death.
presenting him with two guns
Choose you gods.
trying to get away
It stops you ...
Meco at one point
off it falls to the ground you strength ...
(Hell help me!)
Download the gun in the air.
Armigers and family come from all over, followed by Walter.
Wurm, confusing himself among the survivors, disappears
What happened? Or heaven!
Coward! The wings have viltade!
The look is shining with horror of wrath!
Hate! Take it easy!
falling at his father's feet
Ah! my father!
Deh! Arise! Hear me out.
I am abusing my cruel rigorousness.
Have virtue a prize.
Cedo; to your faithful hand the man
What a listening! You want … ?
Ah! foolish I will become!
What a smanie!
Son! Nor do I pay you?
I hope ...
Betrayed she has me!
It hastens me, or death!
No ... revenge!
Other wedding attest
your contempt for it!
What do you mean?
Give the Duchess to the Ana pronuba.
I? Yes, I want it, I'm going to ...
What am I talking about? Alas, vain!
Rodolfo, do not regret.
Where I am I do not know!
You surrender to me,
betray your father, no, he can not.
The ara, or the avellum prepare me.
I abandon myself to fate.
I'm not afraid ... I do not want ...
A desperate I am!
Now my desire is to turn
not even in heaven could I,
what a hell without her
it would be heaven for me!
That example forgets,
that deceitful alma.
That one day you will be happy
the father promises to you.
You surrender to me, etc.
Of the propitious parent
in your mind you rely on it.
In the hoped for hope;
eternal the duol is not.
Rudolf draws Rodolfo: everyone follows them.
The window is open, and through it you can see the internally lit Tempietto.
Luisa writes at a table on which a lamp burns: on the same table there is a basket with fruit, and a cup filled with milk; in one voice of the room Laura and other townships, which sadly contemplate Luisa.
As in a single day,
how could the duel
print on that forehead
so do you have imprints?
It seems reaped lily
from cruel ploughs ...
An angiol that in exile
here he was sending heaven.
O sweet friend, and you do not want to eat
of some food the limbed limbs?
Cedi; at the moment you surrender, Luisa.
respect ... I implore him.
(To this lip no more food will be approached!
Already with the delibo thinkers the heavenly sweetness!)
The temple, friends, why does it shine like this?
The new lordship with a sacred pump
inaugurates the Count.
(Luisa returns to writing)
Ah! the unhappy ignore
which nuzial ritual is prepared,
and what being the groom ought!
A so cruel announcement she would die!
It seems reaped lily, etc.
It seems reaped lily
from cruel ploughs ...
An angiol that in exile
here he was sending heaven.
Miller and Detta
Luisa! my daughter!
What a chaste embrace
deh! we do not disturb;
be a witness only
between daughter and father God!
He withdraws with his companions
Pale, sad you are!
No, my father, I am calm.
Of the parent, oh how expensive
The escape to you cost!
I learned everything from Wurm.
For your love, for me you renounced.
It is ver.
(But on earth!)
(That calm is fatal!
I do not know what a foresight is my heart!)
takes the sheet in his hand
What sheet is this?
At your destination, promise,
if you love me, father, who went and the fia.
Miller opens the paper and reads
"Orribil treason disjoined it, or Rodolfo;
an oath takes me away dir dir;
havvi dwells, in which neither deception can,
nor do I swear to have any power;
there you look; like midnight
you will hear the ring, come ... "
The sheet falls out of his hand
Beneath my foot the solitude falters!
There remains an ambassed and silent moment, then turns to Luisa with a tremulous voice
That house ...
I miss feeling!
That sari dwelling? ...
Why does it frighten you so much?
Ah! on my head a fulmin dove!
The tomb is a scattered bed of flowers,
in which the undress sleeps;
only for the guilty, trembling choruses
dresses death horrid forms;
but for two candid faithful allies
his presence has no terror ...
an angel who opens the heavens is given,
where love smiles in eternity.
Daughter? Including of horror I am!
Daughter ... could you against yourself? ...
You are not forgiven for your suicide!
Is it love fault?
Cease, deh! ceases!
Wrinkle the face, aim, I plowed,
the crin blazes me the heaviest age.
The love a father has sown
in his late years he must collect.
And prepare me, cruel, you can
masses of tears and sorrows?
Ah! in the grave that you want to open
first to go down the parent!
How guilty, alas! it's me.
Ah! no, calm you, my father.
Do not cry ... hate me!
cutting the sheet into pieces
The ragged sheet, I cancel.
Do you want then? ...
I want for you, good father,
The daughter, see, regretted
at the foot you fall.
No, my daughter,
arise, here on my heart.
Father, ah, my father!
Ah! in this embrace the soul oblates
How many martyrs tried so.
here the peril would encircle it.
Sleeping lights close a few hours,
far away is too much the day.
How to approach the new aurora
we will leave.
Yes, daughter, yes.
Andrem, raminghi and poor,
where the destin takes us.
A pan asking men
andrem from door to door.
Perhaps his eyelashes
but always to the next father
his daughter will stay.
That father and that daughter
God will bless!
At the new dawn we will leave.
As we approach the new dawn we will depart.
The organ sound from the church is heard
Ah! the last prayer
in this dear soil
where happy I took life!
And where "I love you" and he told me!
Meanwhile that she is all immersed in silent prayer, a man wrapped in a long cloak has stopped at the door, a family follows him
Elsewhere tomorrow I will pray!
Rodolfo and Detta
to the servant
Get back to the castle, and know my father
that, soon the ritual,
I await it here.
The servant departs
Ben to pray is time!
An ampoule is drawn from the breast, and the liqueur is poured into a cup. Luisa rises, and Rodolfo stands out in front of her trump.
Rodolfo explains her letter to Wurm
Have you written this sheet?
Well? Have you written it?
My veins, the jaws, horrible fire.
A drink . . .
He mentions towards the cup; Luisa hands her to it. Rodolo drinks
Amaro is this nappo.
(It's all done!)
You must flee.
A man is waiting for you to follow you;
wait to follow me to the other woman's altars.
What are you talking about? Ah, therefore! ...
They wait in vain for them!
He tears off his scarf and his sword, and throws it away from him
Goodbye sword on which to defend the innocent
and the oppressed I swore!
Or right heaven! What do you have?
My breath is closed!
Deh! some oozes and sips ...
let me refresh you ...
wanting again to offer you the cup
Ah! what makes me seem to know the infamous!
Rodolfo, and you can hurl yes word
against your Luisa?
Ah! far, far from that flattering face,
that eye in which it shines
of the stars more alive and clear ray.
Factor of the universe,
why dress with angelic features
a soul of hell?
And tacer worse?
You withdraw ...
In these anguished moments
pietade almen of an unhappy, ah! feel.
Cry, cry; your pain
more than anger is right, ouch how much!
Cry, cry, or descend
on your core like balsam that cry.
Ah! If allowed to please my
is to get up to God,
I will get that men fatesto
of your ills is the horror.
To the torment that I bear
God leaves me, in abandonment.
No, calm, comfort
these tears are not.
They are the drops, the gel that swoops
from the vault of a grave!
Drops are of living blood
that dying scatters the heart!
The oriole of the castle beats the hours
Donna, terrible for us now rang supreme!
In the mendacity that you do not understand,
oh, tremble! Amasti Wurm?
Oh! take it easy.
Woe, if you lie! Trouble!
Before this lamp goes out,
you will stand before God!
That! Explain ... talk ...
With me you drank death!
In heaven, address yourself, Luisa.
Did you say death?
Ah! of every bond loose for her I am!
Ver vervelo ... learn it.
Avean my father the barbarians
joined in twist
and me …
Ahi, miserable ...
to take it away from death ...
like that monster ... mean me ...
Wurm imposed on me,
I wrote the sheet.
And I killed you!
Ah! Cursed, the day I was born,
my blood, my father!
I was created, against God,
in your tremendous fury.
For the moment when you liked me,
for the death that approaches,
to outrage the LORD, ah! ceases ...
it saves me a lot of horrible ...
Miller and Detti
What do you mean? Who do I see? Or heaven!
Who? The killer, miserable,
see your blood!
What did he say? I frost!
But I want the man to faint ...
Rodolfo ... stops ...
already death meanders me in sen ...
The death! Ah! of you!
Scampo does not stay! A velen drank!
Daughter! A poison!
Father, you get the last goodbye,
bless me, my father.
The man, Rodolfo ... I feel missing ...
the more I do not scoff you ... it surrounds me a vel ...
Ah! come with me, deh! do not leave me,
together, welcoming must heaven.
O daughter, or life of the paternal cor!
So we separate for eternity?
Of my promised old age,
dream you were, cruel dream!
No, this holy angel is no longer mine
he kidnaps me I envy the sky!
Ah! you forgive my phallus,
and forgiven will be from God,
both join one destiny,
even the frost freezes over me.
Yes I come with you, divine spirit,
together, welcoming must heaven.
The peasants enter with Walter and Wurm
Deep moans among these doors!
God of mercy!
Rodolfo sees Wurm, who is standing in the doorway, quickly grabs his sword, and pierces him
Death is impious to you.
Your penalty is worth!
He falls dead beside Luisa