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Topic: Opera and Liberty

SCENE III.—: Gilda and Rigoletto on the road. Magdalen and the Duke in the Inn. - 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 III.—

GildaandRigolettoon the road.Magdalenand the Duke in the Inn.

Duke.

If I remember well, my pretty girl,

I have seen your face before.

I tried to find your house,

At length I see you here.

Believe that from that time

I loved you to despair.

Mag.

And others, score by score,

Do you forget them now?

To tell the truth, good sir,

You are a gay deceiver.

Duke.

Yes, yes, just so.

Mag.

Leave me, rude man.

Duke.

Eh! eh! what noise!

Mag.

Be quiet.

Duke.

And you be kind,

And do not scream so loud,

For wisdom ever lies

In pleasure and in love.

What pretty hands! how white!

[He takes her by the hand

Mag.

You like to laugh at me.

Duke.

No, no.

Mag.

I know I am not pretty.

Duke.

Kiss me.

Mag.

Sir, you are drunk—

Duke.

Yes, drunk of love for you.

Mag.

And can you be so unkind,

As thus to laugh at me.

Duke.

I do not joke—I wish to marry you.

Mag.

If so, give me your word of honor.

Duke.

You are a charming girl!

[Ironically.

Rig.

Well then, is this not yet enough?

Gil.

The cruel traitor!

Duke.

Lovely woman, of your charms

At your feet the victim see,

But one word, and changed to joy

All my sorrows soon will be.

Yes, be assured, my lady sweet,

This fond heart for you doth beat.

Mag.

Do you take me for a fool,

To think your words are true;

Full well I know what they mean,

I give them their right value,

Jokes like these I often hear,

But I laugh at them, dear sir.

Gil.

Thus my heart he did deceive,

Thus the traitor spoke to me.

All my joys, my hopes are gone,

Now my wretched doom I see.

O heavens! what a cruel fate!

I love the man I ought to hate.

Rig.

Hush! thy sorrows are all vain,

That he deceived thou art now sure—

Hush! it now belongs to me

Dreadful vengeance to procure.

Your death only can assuage.

Hear me, at once go home, and take what gold

Thou want. Then dress thyself in male attire.

All is prepared. Mount on the swiftest horse

And hasten to Verona.

To-morrow I shall join thee.

Gil.

Come now.

Rig.

I cannot now.

Gil.

I tremble.

Rig.

Go—

[Gilda goes out.