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Quali sian le nostr’Armi? insano venga,<br />
E al cenere gelato<br />
Di Lico debellato,<br />
Giunga ceneri nove.<br />
Anone<br />
E pur ritorna<br />
L’Alma à i Tumulti: ahi ch’è in un Regio seno<br />
Breve luce di Lampo ogni sereno.<br />
Niobe<br />
Non ti turbar Idolo mio.<br />
Anone<br />
Discioglie<br />
Ogni nube di duolo<br />
De tuoi celesti sguardi un Raggio solo.<br />
À premunire intanto<br />
Gl’animi de Vassalli<br />
Di costanza, e di fede,<br />
Mi parto o cara.<br />
Niobe<br />
E in breve<br />
Io seguirò il tuo piede.<br />
Anone<br />
E’ di sasso chi non t’ama,<br />
E’ di gel chi non t’adora.<br />
Provo io ben ch’un Cor è poco<br />
À capir l’immenso foco,<br />
Che per tè mi strugge ogn’hora.<br />
E di sasso chi non, &c.<br />
Scena XVI.<br />
Niobe, Clearte, Nerea.<br />
Nerea<br />
E tu qual gelo, ò sasso,<br />
Muto ancor te ne stai?<br />
Clearte<br />
Son morto ahi lasso<br />
Niobe<br />
Clearte hoggi frà l’Armi<br />
Qual Divisa destini?<br />
Nerea<br />
Animo.<br />
Clearte (à parte<br />
Scopri<br />
Mio Cor la chiusa amma:<br />
Scolpito havrà lo scudo<br />
f e s t i va l o p e ra<br />
Just what our weapons are? Let the madman come,<br />
And to the cold ashes<br />
Of the vanquished Lycus,<br />
He will add new ashes.<br />
Anone<br />
And so my Soul returns<br />
To the tumult. Ah, in a Royal breast<br />
Each moment of serenity is but a flash of Lightning.<br />
Niobe<br />
Do not be disturbed, my Idol.<br />
Anone<br />
A single Ray<br />
Of your heavenly glances<br />
Dissipates every cloud of sorrow,<br />
Meanwhile, to rouse<br />
The souls of my Vassals<br />
To constancy <strong>and</strong> faithfulness<br />
I go now, my dear one.<br />
Niobe<br />
And shortly<br />
I will follow in your steps.<br />
Anone<br />
He is made of stone who does not love you,<br />
And of ice who does not adore you,<br />
I know too well that one Heart is not sufficient<br />
To underst<strong>and</strong> the immense fire<br />
Which constantly consumes me with love for you.<br />
He is made of stone who does not, etc.<br />
Scene XVI<br />
Niobe, Clearte, Nerea.<br />
Nerea<br />
And you, like ice or stone,<br />
You still remain mute?<br />
Clearte<br />
I’m dead, alas!<br />
Niobe<br />
Clearte, what side will you take today<br />
Amongst the Armed?<br />
Nerea<br />
Courage!<br />
Clearte (aside)<br />
Reveal,<br />
My Heart, the hidden flame:<br />
Your shield shall have the protection of<br />
169<br />
2 0 1 1 b o s t o n e a r l y m u s i c f e s t i v a l<br />
NIOBE, REGINA DI TEBE
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