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SCENE XII.—: Gilda, Giovanna, the Duke in the court yard; afterwards Ceprano and Borsa in the street. - Giuseppe Verdi, Rigoletto: An Opera in Four Acts [1851]

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Rigoletto: An Opera in Four Acts, words by Victor Hugo (New York: Fred Rullman, n.d.). Metropolitan Opera House, Grand Opera, Libretto.

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SCENE XII.—

Gilda, Giovanna,theDukein the court yard; afterwardsCepranoandBorsain the street.

Gilda.

Giovanna, I feel remorse.

Gio.

And for what reason?

Gilda.

I told him not who follows me to church.

Gio.

And why would you tell this?

Do you dislike that man?

Gilda.

No, no, he is too handsome.

Gio.

And has the appearance of a rich signor.

Gilda.

’Tis not the riches nor rank I wish;

To me if poor, he’d better prove.

I think of him by day and night;

For him my heart o’erflows with love—

Duke.

(throwing himself suddenly at the feet of Gilda.)

With love, with love, oh, let me hear it;

Oh, let my soul be rapt in joy.

Gilda.

Giovanna! alas! Is no one here?

[Gio. goes out at a sign from the Duke.

No one defends me? Oh, heavens! no one.

Duke.

’Tis I, thy lover, that speaks to thee.

I will protect thee ’gainst all worlds.

Gilda.

Oh heaven! what fate has brought you here?

Duke.

That fate which rules a loving heart.

Thou art my love.

Gilda.

Depart.

Duke.

No, no,

The same affection our souls inflames,

No power our love on earth can sever.

By fate united, by mutual sympathy,

Our bonds of love will last for ever.

My proudest conquest will be thy faith—

My golden throne thy heart so pure;

All else on earth is vain and frail,

True love alone is real and sure.

Love gives to men celestial bliss.

May nothing then our flame abate,

And all will envy my happy fate.

Gilda.

Ah! these indeed are like the words

Which in my dreams I said and heard.

Duke.

O, let me hear again, I love thee.

Gilda.

You have heard it.

Duke.

Oh, joy!

Gilda.

Tell me your name,

Or may I know it not?

Cep.

This is the place.

[To Bor. from the street.

Duke.

My name—

[Thinking.

Bor.

I see

[They depart.

Duke.

Is Walter Maldè.

I am a poor student—poor—

Gic.

A noise of steps outside.

[Returning frightened.

Gil.

Perhaps my father.

Duke.

Ah, could I seize the traitor

Who dares disturb my joy

Of being with thee.

Gil.

Go quick,

And lead him on the ramparts.

Duke.

Dost thou love me?

Gil.

And you?

Duke.

For ever, yes, and then—

Gil.

No more, no more, depart.

Both.

Farewell, my hope forever,

My blessing thou shalt be.

Farewell, farewell. Ah! never

I’ll change my love for thee.

[The Duke exit, escorted by Giovanna, and Gilda follows him with her eyes.