The sweet sound of his voice struck me.
That voice descended into my heart. |
| Edgardo, I am yours once more. |
| I have run away from your enemies. |
| A chill creeps through my breast. |
| Every nerve trembles. |
I’m unsteady.
Sit with me near the fountain for awhile. |
The terrible phantom arises
and separates us! |
Edgardo, let’s take refuge here
at the foot of the altar. |
| It is strewn with roses. |
| Don’t you hear celestial music? |
| The wedding hymn is playing. |
The ceremony is being prepared.
I’m so happy! |
| O joy that I feel and yet cannot express! |
| Incense is burning. |
The sacred torches are glowing everywhere.
Here is the minister. |
| Give me your hand. |
| O happy day! |
At last I am yours. At last you’re mine.
God gives you to me. |
Every pleasure will be sweeter,
shared with you. |
| Heaven will smile on us kindly. |
| Enrico is approaching! |
– Is this terrible story true?
– Only too true. |
Ah, wicked girl, you will have
the punishment you deserve for this! |
– Stop!
– Don’t you see her condition? |
Raimondo: She has lost her mind.
You should fear for her life. |
Don’t look at me so fiercely.
It’s true, I signed that paper. |
In his terrible wrath he stamps on the ring.
He curses me! |
I was the victim of a cruel brother,
but I always loved you, Edgardo. |
| Enrico: Have pity on her, Lord. |
