| PHILIPPE [Rodrigue will come out] | PHILIPPE [to Rodrigue, Who is about to leave] | 
  | Stay! | Remain! | 
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  | [Rodrigue stops, bows on one knee before the King, then goes to him and covers himself with no sort of embarrassment. ] | [Rodrigue stops, one bows one knee Before the King, Then and Approaches HIM donations history "any kind of hat Without self-consciousness.] | 
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  | Near my person | To my presence | 
  | why he never asked to be admitted? | Why Have You Never Asked to Be Admitted? | 
  | I like to reward those who are my friends; | I like to reward Those Who are my friends; | 
  | you, I know, well served my crown. . . | you have, I know, my crown Served well. | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | What could I envy the favor of kings, | What Could I desire from royal favor, | 
  | sire? I saw happy, protected by our laws. | sire? I live happily, protected by o Laws. | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | I very proud. . . I forgive the audacity. . . | I love Pride. . . I forgive boldness. . . | 
  | sometimes. . . You have forsaken my flags, | Sometimes. . . Have you left my banners, | 
  | and people like you, men of noble race, | and people like you, soldiers of noble family, | 
  | never liked the rest. . . | Have never loved idleness. . . | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | For my country, of a noble blood soaked, | For my country, wet With noble blood, | 
  | my twenty épéea once shone out of the sheath. | my sword has flashed out of twenty times icts scabbard. | 
  | That Spain order. . . and I take the sword. . . Let Spain | command. . . and I take up The Sword again. . . | 
  | but others carry the hatchet man! | to let Others wield The Executioner's axis! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Marquis! | Marquis! | 
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  | RODRIGUE [vehemently] | RODRIGUE [fervently] | 
  | deign to hear me, sir! since the accident. . . | deign to hear me, sir! Since luck. . . | 
  | because God wanted this day in front of youGod has willed sincere | this day to lead me | 
  | lead me. The designs of providence, | Before You. The designs of Providence | 
  | not get me in vain put in your presence: | Will not Have Sent Me Into Your presence in vain | 
  | someday. . . you will know the truth! | one day. . . You Will Come To Know the Truth! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Talk! | Speak! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | O King! I come from Flanders, the country once so beautiful! | O King! I Have just arrived from Flanders, That country ounces so beautiful! | 
  | This is a desert of ashes, a place of horror, a grave! | It Is No More Than a desert of ashes, a place of horror, a tomb! | 
  | Here, the orphan who begs and cries for roads, | There, The Orphan and begs Who Weeps Through the streets, | 
  | falls, while fleeing the fire, on human bones! | Fleeing from the Fire Human Remains falls over! | 
  | red blood river water, they roll, dead loads; | Blood redden the Water of the Rivers, They flow  burdened with corpses; | 
 
     | l'air et plein des cris des veuves sur leurs époux égorgés! | the air is full of widows' wailing over their slaughtered husbands! | 
 
     | Ah! la main de Dieu soit bénie, qui fait entendre par moi | Ah! Blessed be the hand of God, who makes heard through me | 
 
     | le glas de cette agonie à la justice du Roi! | the knell of this agony to the King's justice! | 
 
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     | PHILIPPE | PHILIPPE | 
  | bloody price that I paid the peace; | At this bloody price, I Have Bought the Peace of the World; | 
  | my lightning struck the pride of innovative | My thunderbolt has Struck Down The Pride Of The innovators, | 
  | that will plunge the people into liars dreams. . . | The People Who Go Into plunging lying dreams. . . | 
  | Death in my hands can become fertile! | Death, in my hands, can Become rich! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | No! in vain for your thunder rumbles! | No! Your thunder Roars in vain! | 
  | Which arm has not stopped the march of humanity? What | arm has ever halted the Advancement of Humanity? | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Mine! | Mine! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | A fiery blast passed over the earth! An ardent spirit | Has Passed Across the earth! | 
  | He startled the whole of Europe! It has made | shake all Europe! | 
  | God tells you His will. . . | God Speaks His Will to you. . . | 
  | give your children the Liberty! Give Your Children | Liberty! | 
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  PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  |  | 
  | What new language! Ever, to the throne, | What new language! No one, near the Throne, | 
  | person raised his voice so loud. . . anyone! | Ever Raised His Voice so boldly. . . No one! | 
  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | Give Freedom! | Give them Liberty! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
    | Je n'avais jamais écouté cette inconnue ayant pour nom: la Vérité! | I have never heard this stranger whose name is Truth! | 
 
     | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
 
     | Dieu vous dicte sa volonté . . . donnez à vos enfants la Liberté! | God speaks his will to you . . . give your children Liberty! | 
 
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     | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
 
     | [Il se jette aux genoux du Roi.] | [He falls to His knees Before the King.] | 
  | Sire! Sire! | Sire! Sire! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Not another word! . . . | No more! . . . | 
  | [within Rodrigue] | [raising Rodrigue to His Feet] | 
  | Get up! Your head is blonde, | Rise! You are very naive, | 
  | that you invoke the ghost impostor | to invoke a false phantom | 
  | before an old man, King of half the world. . . Before | year old man, half King of the World. . . | 
  | Go and keep you in my Inquisitor! | Go, and beware of my Inquisitor! | 
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  | [Rodrigue bows and goes out. After some hesitation, Philip reminds strongly of a gesture.] | [Rodrigue bows and starts to leave. After a moment of hesitation, Philip Call Him Back With A sharply gesture.] | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | No. . . Moreover, child! I love your soul proud | No. . . stay, my child! Proud I love your soul, * | 
  | mine to you will open a whole. | and Begins to open mine to you completely. | 
  | You saw me in my throne, and not in my house! | You Have Seen me upon my throne, and not in my Household! | 
  | Everything speaks of treason. There | Everything Speak of betrayal. | 
  | The Queen. . . Torture me a hint! My son. . . | The Queen. . . a suspicion torments me! My son. . . | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | His soul is noble and pure! | His Soul Is noble and pure! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Nothing under heaven is the good he has robbed me! . . . Nothing Under | Heaven Is worth the treasure he has Robbed me of! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | how dare you say? | What are you daring to say? | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Ami, be our judge, will follow your advice. | Friend, Be our Judge, Will Be Followed your advice. | 
  | Be my guide, my refuge. . . | Be my guide, my refuge. . . | 
  | You are a man who alone among the human | Who You are a man alone Amidst The human crowd, | 
  | I put my heart in thy fair hands! I wish | to put my heart in your fair hands! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | is a dream! It's a dream! | It Is a Dream! It Is a Dream! | 
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  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | Child! my desperate heart | My child! To my distracted heart | 
  | realize peace long ago banished. | restore peace has long Banished. | 
  | I find this blessed hour | I find in this blessed hour | 
  | man had long been waiting for! | the Man Long Awaited! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | (What radius sky descended | (What Descended from heaven ray | 
  | opens my heart this ruthless? | opens to me this Pitiless heart? | 
  | I shudder stroke formidable | I shudder At The fearsome thunderbolt | 
  | on Carlos already suspended.) | Already Poised over Carlos.) | 
  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | I find this blessed hour | I find in this blessed hour | 
  | man had long been waiting for! | the Man Long Awaited! | 
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  | PHILIPPE [at Lerma] | PHILIPPE [to the Count of Lerma] | 
  | The Marquis of Posa can now enter | From Now On, The Marquis of Posa May enter | 
  | to my person at all times, the palace! | my presence "at any hour, in the Palace! | 
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  | RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE | 
  | (Mighty God, it's a dream I shudder for Carlos!) | (Almighty God, It Is a Dream "I tremble for Carlos!) | 
  | PHILIPPE PHILIPPE |  | 
  | I feel blessed at this time the man had long been waiting for! There he is! | I find in this blessed hour the Man Long Awaited! Behold him! |