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Giuseppe Verdi's opera Don Carlos , first set to a French libretto in 1867, is more commonly performed in its revised Italian version, Don Carlo . In this powerful scene for bass and baritone, King Philip II of Spain (Philippe) questions Rodrigo (Rodrigue), the idealistic Marquis of Posa, and gets more than he bargained for.
| PHILIPPE [Rodrigue will come out] | PHILIPPE [to Rodrigue, Who is about to leave] |
| Stay! | Remain! |
| [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.] |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. . . |
| 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! |
| PHILIPPE PHILIPPE | |
| Marquis! | Marquis! |
| 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 sincerethis 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! |
| PHILIPPE PHILIPPE | |
| Talk! | Speak! |
| 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! |
| 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? |
| PHILIPPE PHILIPPE | |
| Mine! | Mine! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| [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.] |
| 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. . . |
| RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE |
| His soul is noble and pure! | His Soul Is noble and pure! |
| PHILIPPE PHILIPPE | |
| Nothing under heaven is the good he has robbed me! . . . Nothing Under | Heaven Is worth the treasure he has Robbed me of! |
| RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE |
| how dare you say? | What are you daring to say? |
| 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! |
| RODRIGUE | RODRIGUE |
| is a dream! It's a dream! | It Is a Dream! It Is a Dream! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
| 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! |
* Translator's note: At this point, the King exchange from formal to intimate speech.
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