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 you | God 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! |