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Topic: Opera and Liberty

SCENE V.—: Sparafucile, the Duke, and Magdalen. - 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 V.—

Sparafucile,theDuke,andMagdalen.

Spa.

The storm approaches. Good.

The night will be darker.

Duke.

Magdalen!

[Trying to take hold of her.

Mag.

Wait! my brother

Comes.

[Avoiding him.

Duke.

Well! what’s this?

Mag.

It thunders!

Spa.

(Entering.) And we shall have some rain.

Duke.

So much the better.

I shall stop here; you can sleep the stable

Below, or where you like.

Spa.

Thanks, sir.

Mag.

Ah, no, depart!

Duke.

How! in such weather!

Spa.

Twenty crowns of gold! (To Mag.) I shall be happy

[To the Duke.

To offer you my room; and if you like,

I will show it to you.

[He takes a light, and goes toward the staircase.

Duke.

With pleasure; yes, let’s go.

[Whispers a word to Mag., and follows Spa.

Mag.

Unfortunate young man; so good, so kind!

Oh, Heaven! what a night!

Duke.

(Having gone up stairs, and seeing the window without shutters.)

Here one must sleep quite in the open air.

Well, well; good night!

Spa.

May God protect you, sir.

Duke.

I feel that I shall sleep; I am so tired.

[He puts down his hat and his sword, and throws himself on the bed, and soon falls asleep. Mag. down stairs stands sentry near the table, and Spa. finishes the bottle left by the Duke. They both remain some time in silence, and apparently in deep thought.

Mag.

He is, indeed, an amiable young man.

Spa.

Oh, yes, I gain twenty crowns.

Mag.

Twenty crowns! ’Tis little; he is worth much more.

Spa.

Go up—and if he sleeps, bring down his sword.

Mag.

(Goes up, and admiring him, exclaims.)

It is a pity—he is so handsome!