Opera title: | Rigoletto |
Composer: | Giuseppe Verdi |
Language: | Italian |
Synopsis: | Rigoletto Synopsis |
Libretto: | Rigoletto Libretto |
Translation(s): | English Deutsch |
Type: | aria |
Role(s): | Rigoletto |
Voice(s): | Baritone |
Act: | 2.02a |
Previous scene: | Signor va non ho niente |
Next scene: | Io la lingua |
Carlo Tagliabue (Mariano Comense, January 13, 1898 Monza, April 5, 1978) was an incredible Italian baritone. In his book Voci Parallele Giacomo Lauri-Volpi wrote, "[Tagliabue] is the only survivor of a school that knows that in Rigoletto, in Ballo in Maschera, Trovatore, Traviata a melodramatic piece should be sung, measured and breathed musically in line with the mastery of great art."
Notice how Tagliabue keeps the vowel EE clearly EE on the top G in the end. Many teachers today advocate modulating the vowel, but as you can hear with Tagliabue, as well as most of the great singers of the past, there is no purposeful modulation. The need for modulation today is due to faulty technique; e.g., holding the tip of the tongue behind the bottom teeth, not covering coorectly, not coordination the registers correctly.
No. 4 - Scena e Duetto
RIGOLETTO
guardando dietro a Sparafucile
Pari siamo!…
Io la lingua, egli ha il pugnale.
Uomo son io che ride, ci quel che spegne!
Quel vecchio maledivami…
O uomini! o natura!
Vil scellerato mi faceste voi!…
O rabbia! esser difforme, esser buffone!
Non dover, non poter altro che ridere!
Il retaggio d'ogni uom m'è tolto … il pianto
Questo padrone mio,
Giovin, giocondo, sì possente, bello,
Sonnecchiando mi dice:
Fa' ch'io rida, buffone!
Forzarmi deggio e farlo! Oh dannazione!...
Odio a voi, cortigiani schernitori!
Quanta in mordervi ho gioia!
Se iniquo son, per cagion vostra è solo…
Ma in altr'uomo qui mi cangio...
Quel vecchio maledivami!…Tal pensiero
Perché conturba ognor la mente mia?
Mi coglierà sventura?... Ah no, è follia!
Apre con chiave ed entra nel cortile.
Gilda esce dalla casa e si getta nelle sue braccia.
Figlia!
No. 4 - Scena and Duet
RIGOLETTO
his gaze following Sparafucile
We are alike!
I, the tongue; he, the dagger.
I am the man who laughs, he the one who kills.
That old man cursed me!
O men! O nature!
You have made me a vile wretch!
O rage! To be deformed, to be a buffoon!
To must not, to do not other than to laugh!
The refuge of every man is taken from me - tears
This master of mine,
young, smiling, so powerful, handsome,
sleepily says to me:
“Make me laugh, buffoon!”
I must force myself, and to it! O damnation!
I hate you, scorning courtiers!
How in biting you I have joy!
If I am wicked, yours alone is the reason!
But here into another man I change!
That old man cursed me! Such a thought
why does it still disturb my mind?
Will it bring me disaster? Ah no, it is folly!
Translation by: Marc Verzatt
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