I PUKITANI, A GRAND OPERA, WITH AN ENGLISH VERSION, THB MUSIC BY BELLINI. [OOPYRIG-HT.] . Coro di Puritani dentro la Fortezza. La campana. I puritani (The Puritans) is an opera in three acts by Vincenzo Bellini. It was his last opera. Its libretto is by Count Carlo Pepoli, based on Têtes rondes et. from Act I, Scene 3 of the Italian opera I Puritani by Vincenzo Bellini. Libretto: Count Carlo Pepoli Son vergin vezzosa, Elvira’s aria from I Puritani Ah sì. Oh, yes.
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Suddenly, he is standing before her and they are reunited in a spirited duet in which they declare that they will always be pkritani after the long months of being apart.
Is’t a message P Worn. Ma il dolor gli e sempre a f route, Gli e compagno nel cammin. Calm thyself, my dearest love! Dost thou pufitani the hour remember Of the prisoner’s escape?
The power of the Stuarts is o’ercome Pardon has been to all captives granted In England liberty’s supreme! Ei non 1′ amava adunque ; oh, Arturo mioJ Da quel di che a te giurai, Solo appresi aver il core ; 49 Ah, sweetest mem’ry! A inorte I Dorme.
It is an ever-present memory, Spurring desires, and doubling every woe. Retrieved from pufitani https: Quando errai per anni ed anni Al poter della ventura, Io afidai sciagura e afEanni Nella speme del tuo amor Oh qual sogno ingannator 1 [Sentesi una breve Marcia.
E il segnal di gente d’ arme, Che dal vallo j mura cliiede f orse penetrar. Between the puritnai can be seen the fortifications. Qual doglia, Lbiretto, Se vedrai tua figlia insana ancor! That I proved afar from thee. At daybreak, the Puritan soldiers gather in anticipation of victory over the Royalists. Awampo e f remo! Mi guido fvirtivo e in pianto, Or mi guida a te d’ accanto Tra le feste e 1′ esultar. Ah, rendetemi la speme, O lasciatemi morir!
Act Two The English parliament has sentenced Arturo to puritano, and Elvira no longer sees any sense in her life. His much-lov’d darling child! Io ardo e il mio ardore e amore, e furor!
Hearing someone approach from the house, Arthur retires, and ELVIRA enters with an uncertain step, then sud- denly pauses as if in the act of listening. Upon his arrival in Paris, Bellini quickly entered into the fashionable world of the Parisian salonsincluding that run by Princess Belgiojoso whom he had met in Milan.
Oh, God of Mercy! Gran Sala con porte laterali ; vedesi per una di esse il Campo Inglese e setnpre gualche Fortificazione.
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Lady, if you love me truly Hen. E vero e vero! Hunted by the soldiers of Cromwell, the luckless knight nevertheless gets access to his beloved, when he for the first time becomes cognisant of her gad condition, and the cause of it.
My only duty is [Hesitates, pibretto to his daughter, and examines tlie wedding presents. Alba, che sorgi ai perfidi, Tiranni dalla terra, Sii nuiizia a lor di guerra, Alba d’ etemo duol! Ei sara awinto e morto!
But when Giorgio tells her that her cavalier, Arturo, will be coming, he reveals that it was he who persuaded her father, Lord Valton, to grant Elvira’s wish. Che piu nol temo ormai nella mia stanza ; Squarciai il vel di che s’ orno sua testa Calpestai le sue pompe ed all” aurora Con me tu ancora, Verrai a festa e a danza. A fortress near Plymouthcommanded by Lord Gualtiero Valton. T” arresti il mio dolor. Riccardo rejects the request: I am saVd, at last I am saved my desp’rate foes Have miss’d their aim, nor close they on my foot- steps.
Fantasmi perversi, Fuggite dispersi, O in tanto furor Sbranetemi il cor! She advances towards the door. They announce that although the Royalists have been defeated, Oliver Cromwell has pardoned all prisoners.
Her uncle, Giorgio, informs her that he has interceded on her behalf with his brother, her father, who has now agreed to her marrying Arturo.
God the traitor will lihretto. You will look indulgent On her frolic gay. Ix this opera, a lovely story is grafted on the warfare between the Royalists and the Puritans in the time of the Stuarts. Ah, said I not so?
Caro non bo parola, Ch’ esprima il mio contento ; L’ alma elevar mi sento, In estasi d’ amor. Or t’ infingi, o ignori ck’ ella, Presso a morte. Di gloria il sentiere m’ e chiuso al pcnsier. Sprezzo o audace, il tuo furore, La mortal disfida accetto: An Armoury with immense galleries, the interior displaying tlie superb Gothic architec- ture.
Patria l amor tu perderai, Fia tua vita un mar di guai!