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Die Zauberflöte
- Long live Sarastro!
- What does this mean? I tremble and quake!
- Friend, it’s all over for us now! Sarastro comes!
- If I were a mouse I’d hide, if a snail I’d crawl into my house.
- My child, what shall we tell him?
- The truth! Even if it is a crime.
Long live Sarastro!
He is the one to whom we joyfully devote ourselves!
Forever may he enjoy the life of a wise man.
He is our consecrated idol.
Lord, I am indeed a criminal!
I wanted escape from your power.
But the blame is not mine.
The Moor demanded love, so I fled from you, my lord!
Arise, be cheered, beloved one!
For without asking it of you, I know your heart.
You love another deeply. I do not wish to force you to love.
Yet, I will not give you your freedom.
- The child’s duty calls me to my mother…
- It is in my power. But, you’d be deprived
of your good fortunes if I had left you in her hands.
- To me the name of mother sounds sweet. She is that…
- And a proud woman.
A man must guide your hearts, for without him,
every woman seeks to step out of her usual domain.
Now proud youth, this way!
Here is our lord Sarastro.
- It’s he! I hardly believe it!
- It’s she! It’s not a dream!
Oh, to wrap my arms around, even if it be the end of me!
What impudence! Break it up! That goes too far!
Your slave lies at your feet, let the culprit atone.
Think about how insolent the boy is!
Through this bird’s cunning, he wanted to take Pamina!
I alone knew how to track him down!
- You know me! My watchfulness…
- …deserves that we strew laurels before you.
- At once, give the honorable man…
- Already your favor makes me rich.
…a mere seventy-seven lashes on the soles of his feet!
- My lord, this I had not hoped for!
- No need to thank me. I’m only doing my duty.
Long live Sarastro, the god-like sage,
he rewards and chastens in like manner.
Lead these two strangers into our proving-temple.
Then, cover their heads. They must be purified.
If virtue and justice strews the path of the great ones with glory,
then earth is a heavenly kingdom, and mortals are like the gods!