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Romeo et Juliette
Blessed be the stick that avenges me on these rascals!
- Is that you, Gertrude?
- Yes, my lovely angel! At this hour, why are you not in bed?
- I was waiting for you! Don’t scold me!
- Let’s go back in.
O night divine! I implore you, allow me to have my enchanted dream!
I fear to awaken and still not believe in its reality!
A word only, then, farewell!
Someone will come tomorrow to find you!
On your soul, if you want me for a wife, tell me the day, hour and place,
under the sight of God, our union may be blessed!
Then, my lord, be my sole law! I entrust to you my entire life,
and I renounce all that is not you!
But, if your tenderness does not want from me anything but a thrill,
I implore you then, by this rapturous hour, see me no more!
See me no more, and leave me to the grief that will fill my days!
I have told you, I adore you! Dispel my night!
Be for me the dawn to which both my heart and eyes turn!
Dispose of my life as a queen,
and fill my yet unsatisfied soul with the light of all the heavens!
- They are calling me!
- Already!
Go! I tremble that they may see us together.
I’m coming!
- Listen to me! They are not calling you!
- Speak softly!
Don’t run away yet! Allow my hand to forget itself in yours!
They can surprise us!
Let my hand slip from yours! Farewell!
Parting is such sweet sorrow,
that I would say goodnight till it be tomorrow!
- Now, I beg you, leave!
- Cruel one!
Why did I call you back? Oh, folly!
Barely you are near to me, than suddenly my heart forgets!
I must see you gone! Not too far, however!
Like a captive bird which a child’s hand keeps bound
by a silken thread, and is barely able to fly off into space…
…before the child pulls it back with shouts of joy,
with loving jealously of its freedom!
- Don’t run away yet! Farewell!
- Alas! You must! Farewell!
Parting is such sweet sorrow,
that I would say goodnight till it be tomorrow!