Front Page Titles (by Subject) Scene IV - Aida by Antonio Ghislanzoni, music by Giuseppe Verdi
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Scene IV - Giuseppe Verdi, Aida by Antonio Ghislanzoni, music by Giuseppe Verdi 
Aida by Antonio Ghislanzoni, music by Giuseppe Verdi, edited with an introduction by W.J. Henderson (New York: Dodd, Mead & Co., 1911).
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The King enters, preceded by his Guards and followed by Ramphis, Ministers of State, Priests, Captains, etc., etc.—An officer of the Palace, and later, a Messenger.
Mighty the cause that summons you, O faithful sons of Egypt, round your King. From the land of Ethiopia a messenger has this moment reached us, bringing news of gravest import. Be pleased to hear him.
The sacred soil of Egypt is invaded by the barbarous Ethiop. Our fields are ravaged and the crops are burned. Emboldened by this easy victory, the plunderers are e’en now marching upon Thebes.
A warrior indomitable, fierce, conducts them—Amonasro.
All Thebes is up in arms and, from her hundred gates, will pour on the invader her answer of war and carnage.
Yes, war and carnage be our cry henceforward.
Isis, most holy, has already appointed the supreme leader of all our dauntless hosts—Rhadames.
I thank you, O ye Gods! My dearest wish is won.
Now to Vulcan’s temple let us go, O warrior, there to gird thee with thy sacred armour and then to victory speed.
ramphis and the priests
Returned victorious! Can my lips pronounce the impious word! Victorious o’er my father, o’er him who leads an army for me—that I may be restored to a country, a kingdom, and an illustrious name that now I’m forced to hide! Victorious o’er my brothers! E’en now I see him stained with their dear blood, amid the roaring triumph of the Egyptian host! And behind his chariot a King—my father—bound with chains!