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No. 4 - Scena and Duet

RIGOLETTO
his gaze following Sparafucile
We are two of a kind:
my weapon is my tongue, his is a dagger;
I am a man of laughter, he strikes the fatal blow!
The old man cursed me …
O mankind! O nature!
It was you who made me evil and corrupt!
I rage at my monstrous form, my cap and bells!
To be permitted nothing but to laugh!
I'm denied that common human right, to weep …
My master,
young, carefree, so powerful, so handsome,
half?dozing, says:
"Fool, make me laugh!"
And I must contrive to do it! Oh, damnation!
My hate upon you, sneering courtiers!
How I enjoy snapping at your heels!
If I am wicked, the fault is yours alone.
But here I become another person!
The old man cursed me!... Why should this
thought still prey so on my mind?
Will some disaster befall me? Ah no, this is folly!
He opens the gate with a key and enters the courtyard.
Gilda runs from the house and into his arms.
My daughter!