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EPub standard file for your iPad or any e-reader compatible with that format About this Title: Jealous courtiers decide to play a trick on the court jester, Rigoletto, who has been mocking them for being the victims of the Duke’s seductions. Il tabarro (1918) - Italian libretto - English translation - Spanish translation; Turandot (1926) - Italian libretto - Portuguese translation - Spanish translation - German translation - English translation - French translation; Purcell, Henry. Dido and Aeneas (1683) - English libretto - German translation - Spanish translation.
Edition used:Giuseppe Verdi, Rigoletto: An Opera in Four Acts, words by Victor Hugo (New York: Fred Rullman, n.d.). Metropolitan Opera House, Grand Opera, Libretto.Available in the following formats:2.33 MBThis is a facsimile or image-based PDF made from scans of the original book.1.51 KBMAchine-Readable Cataloging record.528 KBThis is an E-book formatted for Amazon Kindle devices.998 KBThis text-based PDF or EBook was created from the HTML version of this book and is part of the Portable Library of Liberty.215 KBThis version has been converted from the original text.
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Copyright information:The text is in the public domain. Fair use statement:This material is put online to further the educational goals of Liberty Fund, Inc. Unless otherwise stated in the Copyright Information section above, this material may be used freely for educational and academic purposes. It may not be used in any way for profit. Table of Contents:. ACT I.In the ducal palace. Courtiers jest about the Duke’s amours.
Some are jealous of his attentions to their wives and daughters and accuse Rigoletto his jester, of aiding him in his intrigues. They agree to be avenged on Rigoletto and pay him in his own coin.
Monterone comes now to demand reparation for an outrage to his daughter. Rigoletto mocks him, and Monterone, mad with rage and indignation, upbraids both the Duke and Rigoletto. The Duke orders Monterone’s arrest, but before being taken away the prisoner launches a father’s curse on the jester. Thinking of his own daughter, Rigoletto quails before Monterone’s malediction.
ACT II.A house of retired appearance with garden surrounded by high wall. Sparafucile, a bravo, offers to rid Rigoletto of any enemy he may have for a consideration. The jester tells him he has no present use for his services but will remember him. Rigoletto lets himself in by the door to garden and fondly embraces his daughter Gilda, whose love is one consolation. She, in her seclusion, is kept ignorant of the world.
He tells Giovanna, her attendant, to always closely guard her. The Duke comes on scene and glides in by the gate, unknown to Rigoletto, and the latter departs. Gilda, who thinks the Duke a student whom she has seen at church, at first repels his advances, but gradually he hears from her lips that she loves him.
The expected return of the father frightens the girl and she prevails on the Duke to leave. Then the masked conspirators enter to abduct Gilda, and, meeting Rigoletto, persuade him it is Count Ceprano’s wife they are after, and he willingly joins them. They place a bandage over his eyes, and he holds the ladder as they scale the wall and abduct his daughter. It is only as they are carrying her off that he hears her cries for help. Recognizing the voice and tearing off the bandage he sees that Gilda is gone. “The curse!” he cries and falls. ACT III.Room in the Duke’s palace.
The Duke bewails the disappearance of Gilda. He wonders where she can be when the courtiers enter to tell him of a great joke—they have abducted the mistress of Rigoletto and she is now in Edition: current; Page: 3 the palace. The Duke, suspecting it is Gilda, flies to join her.
Rigoletto enters. He pretends not to know anything, but they watch him closely. They tell him the Duke is still sleeping, but when he makes a rush to get out and they oppose him, he knows the truth, and at first furious, at last pleads with them to give him back his daughter. They are surprised at his revelation, but they will not listen to his prayers nor heed his struggles and tears. At this moment Gilda enters and rushes to her father’s arms. The courtiers retire and Gilda confesses her shame. She tells her father how the Duke, as a student, won her heart only to end in ruin and dismay.
Her father calls down the vengeance of heaven upon the libertine. Here enters Count Monterone escorted by guards on his way to prison. He wonders if it is vain to utter a curse on the dastard Duke. As he passes on, “No, no!” exclaims Rigoletto, for he will avenge them both with a blow that will prove fatal.
Gilda’s love, though, is still strong enough to wish to save the Duke from harm. ACT IV.A tumble-down building divided by a wall from the open country. Gilda tries to persuade her father that the Duke is true to her.
Rigoletto tells her to look through a crevice of the wall and she sees the disguised Duke embracing Maddalena and ordering wine. Sparafucile wants Rigoletto to let him know if this man is to die. Rigoletto tells him to wait. (Here comes the great quartette.) Gilda, seeing for herself, is convinced that the Duke is false, but she trembles for him as she departs. Rigoletto now concludes his bargain with Sparafucile to kill the Duke. The latter, on the inside, tells the cut-throat that, as a storm is brewing, he will stay all night, and goes to bed.
Maddalena implores Sparafucile not to kill him, but the bravo says he has been paid for it and must do it. Maddalena persists, and Gilda, who has returned dressed as a boy and, listening at the gate, hears Sparafucile promise that if anyone else comes along he shall be killed instead.
Gilda thereupon, out of love for the Duke, resolves to sacrifice herself in his stead. She knocks at the gate, it is opened, Sparafucile advances, seizes Gilda—a stifled cry and silence. Soon after Rigoletto returns and demands what he has paid for. Sparafucile drags out a sack and throws it at his feet. Rigoletto gloats over his victim. Suddenly he hears the voice of the Duke and then sees him passing in the background. Who then, is this?
He tears open the sack, looks closely and with a great cry falls senseless over Gilda’s corpse. Duke.What then—no great misfortune. Mongst the beauties here around,. Dver me none have control;. None can say, “I am preferred;”. Equal love I feel for all. Yes, all women are to me.
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Rig.Well, go.Spa. Exit.Rigoletto looking after Sparafucile.My weapon is my tongue—and his the dagger;I make the people laugh, he makes them mourn!We are alike!—That man has cursed me!Ye men and nature.’Tis you that made me wicked;O rage!
To be deformed—and a buffoon!To be condemned to laugh against my will:To ask in vain the common gift—of tears!Alas! My master, young,And full of mirth,At every moment says,Now make me laugh, buffoon.I must do it. Rage.I hate you all, vile courtiers!On you, therefore, my tongue delights to dwell;For you I am depraved—But here I am not the same;That man has cursed me! But why this thoughtThus haunts my mind?What can I have to fear?
No, No, ’tis madness. He opens and enters.Enter Gilda from house and throws herself in his arms. SCENE I.—: A room in the Ducal Palace.
Doors right and left and one in front. On one side the portrait of the Duke, on the other side that of the Duchess. A table, arm-chair, &c. Enter the Duke, much agitated.They robbed me of my love!When!
At the momentA voice within my heartDid call me back to her!I found the door wide open; the house deserted.And where now can that dearest angel beWho first within my heartAwoke such flames of love;—That soul, whose magic charmsWould almost draw me back to virtue’s path?They tore her from her home;But he who dared so much shall soon repent.The grief of my beloved demands revenge.Methinks I see a tear,That’s starting to her eyes,Which ’midst the grief and fearOf such a sad surprise,In fond remembrance saidAh! Walter, lend me aid.But I was far away;Thou had’st no help from me.Yet, willingly my lifeI would have lost for thee!No bliss on earth—no bliss above—Can equal thy sweet love! All.As we went down a lane,When day had disappeared,There, as we had expected,A lady sweet appeared! Edition: current; Page: 17 She was your jester’s love;But soon she ran away.We thought to bring her here,When he came in the way.We come to steal Ceprano’s wife,Give us your aid, to him we told.We put a band upon his eyes,And then the ladder made him hold.In haste we mounted, and broke the doors,His lady-love was brought here straight;When he found out he was deceived,We left him there to curse his fate.
Yes, my daughter, of your action nowNo, no, you cannot laugh!She is there, give back to me my child.Rig. Runs toward the door, but all prevent his passage.Impious courtiers, race of cowards,For what price my child you sold?For gain no crime your hand restrains;To me my child is more than gold.Give her back, or, though disarmed,Against your life I’ll raise my hand;Naught on earth a father fearsWhen he his children doth defendCowards, open at least that door.Rig. Goes again to the door, but he is prevented from opening it.Alas! You come against me all;Well, I weep—Marullo—yield,I know you have a gentle heart,Tell me where she is concealed.Speak—she is there. You are all mute.Give back the daughter to the old man:My friends, my lords, have pity on me,It costs you nothing to grant this boon;But all my hopes in her I see. Edition: current; Page: 19. Gil.Now, Heaven, give me aid!Each Sunday, whilst I wentTo church, my prayers to say,A youth of heavenly beautyDid follow on our way;And if our lips were silent,The eyes betray’d our hearts.In secret, only yesterday,He came to me at night;I am a student—poor—Much moved, he said to me,And ardently repeated,I am in love with thee.He left me then; my heartWith brighter hopes did beat,When suddenly appearedThose men who took me away,And brought me to this place,Half fai ting, in dismay.
Duke.The women are unsettledAs feathers in the wind,Each moment change their mind.In tears, or even smiles,Yes, woman’s lovely face,For ever us beguiles!The man that is so madTo trust a woman’s heartFor ever must be sad.But still there is no bliss,Upon this earth comparedTo that of a sweet kiss!Spa. Enters with a bottle and two glasses, which he places on the table. He then beats the ceiling twice with the hilt of his sword. At this signal a pretty young girl, dressed as a gypsy, descends the stairs. The Duke rushes to embrace her, but she avoids him. Meanwhile Spa having gone out upon the road, says aside to Rig.:—. Rig.He is here—he is dead.
I would see him!But why? Here are his spurs. The crowdCan now look well at me.I am the Jester, and he is the DukeLying now at my feet.I am at last revenged!The wave shall be his grave,A sack his shroud. He tries to drag the sack towards the shore when he hears the distant voice of the Duke, who crosses the scene.What voice? Am I deceived?No, no!—’tis he—’tis he! SurpriseaHo, there! Thou demon!
Towards the houseBut who can be in this sack instead of him? He cuts the sackA human body! I tremble.
It lightens.