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SCENE IV. - Giuseppe Verdi, Don Carlos: Opera in Four Acts 
Don Carlos: Opera in Four Acts (New York: Fred Rullman, 1920). Metropolitan Opera House, Grand Opera, Libretto.
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(Heard first in the distance and gradually approaching).
With festal songs and joyful strains
Salute this happy day!
Peace beams above us, happy days are ours
While Heaven unites two loving hearts
Glory and honor to the beauteous lady!
To her who on the morrow mounts the throne,
And gives her hand, a gentle loving spouse,
To Philip, King of Spain.
All is darkness.
To misery I am condemned.
The golden dream is vanished;
Vanished forever from my broken heart!
Ah! from my heart it has vanished.
Chorus (entering on the scene)...
With festal songs and joyful strains,
Salute this happy day...
Peace beams above us, happy days are ours;
While Heaven unites two loving hearts!
The fatal hour has come.
Against the merciless fate
Easier shall be the battle
Oh! Poor me, poor me.
Our souls are condemned,
Never again shall we find
So much love, so much love.
The fatal hour has come;
My life was a happy one—
Hard and sad it now seems.
All is ended, all is ended!
To bitter sorrow
Our souls are condemned.
So much love, now ended.
Count of Lerma.
The glorious King of France, the Great Henry
To the Monarch of Spain and India
Desires to give the hand of Elizabeth, his daughter.
This union shall be a tie of friendship.
But Philip wants to leave you full liberty;
Would you accept the hand of my King, who is hoping?
Chorus of Women.
Accept, Elizabeth, the hand that the King offers you,
Pity, pity, at last we shall have peace, pity for us!
Count of Lerma.
What do you answer?
Elizabeth (with dying voice).
It is the supreme agony, I feel as if I were dying.
God in Heaven shall bless you.
Shall your friendly fate be faithful.
Don Carlos (aside).
I feel as if I were dying,
It is the supreme agony.
Festal hymns gladly resound,
And greet the glad day.
Peace brings happy moments.
Two loving hearts, Heaven has united.
To such cruel sorrow this soul is condemned.
What sorrow! What pain!
We shall never, never again find such love.
Glory, Honor. Glory, Queen!
(Elizabethis being conducted by the count to the litter. The procession starts.Don Carlosremains alone and sad.)
Poor me, poor me!
Chorus (in the distance).
Carlos (with despair).
The fatal hour has come!
And life to me but now so blessed,
Gloomy and dark appears.
The golden dream so beautiful, is fled!
Oh! Destiny! Cruel, cruel destiny!
end of act i.