Invano Alvaro

It was useless, Alvaro, to hide from the world and try to shield your villainy in hypocritical robes. Hate and thirst for vengeance showed me the road to this cloister where you hide; no one here shall keep us apart; only blood, your blood, can wash away the stain which outraged my honour: and I shall spill it all, I swear to God. (Don Alvaro enters in monk’s robes.) DON ALVARO Brother – DON CARLO Recognise me! DON ALVARO Don Carlo! You – alive! DON CARLO For five years I have followed you, at last ah! at last I’ve found you… Blood alone can cancel the infamy, your crime; that I should punish you one day was written in the book of Fate. Once you were brave; now, as a monk, you have no sword… But I shall have your blood – choose, for I have two. DON ALVARO Once I lived among men – so I understand; but this monk’s habit – the cloister – | DON CARLO Invano Alvaro ti celasti al mondo e d’ipocrita veste scudo facesti alla viltà. Del chiostro ove t’ascondi mi additò la via l’odio e la sete di vendetta; alcuno qui non sarà che ne divida. Il sangue, solo il tuo sangue può lavar l’oltraggio che macchiò l’onor mio: e tutto il verserò, lo giuro a Dio. (Entra Alvaro, in abito di frate.) DON ALVARO Fratello… DON CARLO Riconoscimi. DON ALVARO Don Carlo! Voi, vivente! DON CARLO Da un lustro ne vò in traccia, ti trovo, ah! ti trovo finalmente… Col sangue sol cancellasi l’infamia ed il delitto. Ch’io ti punisca è scritto sul libro del destin. Tu prode fosti, or monaco, un’arma qui non hai… Deggio il tuo sangue spargere, scegli, due ne portai. DON ALVARO Vissi nel mondo, intendo; or queste vesti, l’eremo, |
| they bespeak my salvation from sin, the repentance of my heart! Leave me, leave me. DON CARLO Neither that garb nor the hermitage will be able to defend you – coward! DON ALVARO (infuriated) Coward! What a word – (to himself) No, no. Help me, o my Lord! (to Don Carlo) Fierce words and threats, be carried off by the wind. Forgive, have pity, have pity, brother, have pity, have pity! Why offend in this way a man who was only unfortunate? Come, let us bow before fate, brother, have pity, have pity. DON CARLO You soil the very name of pity… Ah! When you went away, my sister remained, abandoned and betrayed, to infamy, to dishonour. DON ALVARO No, she was not dishonoured. It is a monk who gives you his oath. On earth, I adored her as only one in heaven can love. | dicon che i falli ammendo, che penitente è il cor. Lasciatemi, lasciatemi. DON CARLO Difendere quel sajo, né il deserto, codardo, te non possono. DON ALVARO (trasalendo) Codardo! Tale asserto… (fra sé) No, no! Assistimi, Signore! (a Don Carlo) Le minaccie, i fieri accenti, portin seco in preda i venti; perdonatemi, pietà, o fratel, pietà, pietà! A che offendere cotanto chi fu solo sventurato? Deh, chiniam la fronte al fato, o fratel, pietà, pietà. DON CARLO Tu contamini tal nome… Ah! una suora mi lasciasti che tradita abbandonasti, all’infamia, al disonor. DON ALVARO No, non fu disonorata. Ve lo giura un sacerdote! Sulla terra l’ho adorata come in cielo amar si puote. |
| I love her still; if she still loves me, my heart cannot ask for more. DON CARLO My anger will not be quieted by base and cowardly words. Take up you sword, and come. do battle with me, o traitor! DON ALVARO If now it is too late for either remorse or tears to speak for me. You shall see me as none has ever seen me – prostrate at your feet! (He throws himself at Don Carlo’s feet.) DON CARLO Ah, the stain upon your crest is proved by this act! DON ALVARO (leaping to his feet in anger) My crest shines brighter than a jewel. DON CARLO It is coloured by your half-breed’s blood. DON ALVARO (unable to restrain himself) You lie in your throat! – give me a sword! (He takes a sword.) A sword! Lead on! DON CARLO At last! | L’amo ancor, e s’ella m’ama più non brama questo cor. DON CARLO Non si placa il mio furore per mendace e vile accento. L’arme impugna, ed al cimento scendi meco, o traditor. DON ALVARO Se i rimorsi, il pianto omai non vi parlano per me qual nessun mi vide mai, io mi prostro al vostro piè! (Si getta ai piedi di Don Carlo.) DON CARLO Ah! la macchia del tuo stemma or provasti con quest’atto! DON ALVARO (saltando in piedi arrabbiato) Desso splende più che gemma. DON CARLO Sangue il tinge di mulatto. DON ALVARO (non potendo più frenarsi) Per la gola voi mentite! A me un brando! (Impugna una spada.) Un brando, uscite! DON CARLO Finalmente! |
| DON ALVARO No, the devil shall not triumph. Go, leave me. (throwing down his sword) DON CARLO You mock at me? DON ALVARO Go. DON CARLO If now, you coward, you lack courage to measure swords with me, I condemn you to dishonour. (He slaps Don Alvaro’s face.) DON ALVARO (furious) Ah, now you have sealed your fate! Death! (He takes up the sword again.) DON CARLO Death to both! DON CARLO and DON ALVARO Ah! Come to your death, come! (They rush out.) | DON ALVARO No, l’inferno non trionfi. Va, riparti. (Getta la spada.) DON CARLO Ti fai dunque di me scherno? DON ALVARO Va. DON CARLO S’ora meco misurarti, o vigliacco, non hai core, ti consacro al disonore. (Gli dà uno schiaffo.) DON ALVARO (furente) Ah, segnasti la tua sorte! Morte! (Raccoglie la spada.) DON CARLO Morte! A entrambi morte! DON CARLO e DON ALVARO Ah! Vieni a morte, a morte andiam! (Escono precipitosamente.) |