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From Act III, Scene II
- Oh, I cannot tell you no or yes.
- Must I languish, then?
- Ho there, where dost thou goest?
- Whom did you want?
- You, my beloved, my soul.
- (Oh no, his madness still persists.)
- Dear beloved adored one.
- Slow down, there.
- My Venus, my goddess, I am your winged Mercury.
- You're mistaken. (What a mess, if only I could escape!)
- Alas!
- What is it?
- I left my wand in heaven.
- I'll go get it at once.
Stop! Do not flee from me, my idol. Don't you recognize
your faithful beloved, the fair Erminia, among the shadowy groves?
(Poor me! Sandrina is still raving, too.)
But you, what are you saying?
- Quickly, your hand, my dearest. I must marry you forthwith.
- That's lovely. (I'm going to go crazy too. I have to slip away.)
Mister Mercury. Lady Erminia. Quickly, look…
There, what a lovely marvelous thing! Look!
Look what contrast between the sun and the moon,
see the stars fall in love one by one. (I have to get out of here!)
Now comes the beauty, the duel has begun! They fight and quarrel,
they close in and come to blows… (they're in a daze already…)
What noise, what a din, what lovely pleasure, what fun!
(How lovely it will be to flee far from here!)
- Well done, go on.
- Courage! Don't give in!
- The moon, oh dear, it's falling.
- Oh dear, the stars are falling!
Help… and where is he? What whirlwind is rising,
what thunder, what a tempest… Help, for pity's sake!