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ANJA HARTEROS lyrics : "Mozart - Don Giovanni, 'Don Ottavio... Or sai chi l'onore'"

DONNA ANNA
Don Octavio, oh help me!


DON OCTAVIO
What disturbs thee?


DONNA ANNA
I cannot comprehend it yet!


DON OCTAVIO
My dearest, say, what hath happened?


DONNA ANNA
Oh, heaven! Oh, heaven!
That was the murderer of my dear Father!


DON OCTAVIO
What sayst thou?


DONNA ANNA
No longer can I doubt - his words at parting -

His soft and honeyed voice - all bring before me,
Past the chance of a doubt,
The vile intruder, who dared into my chamber.


DON OCTAVIO
Heaven, isn't possible,

That neath the sacred mantle of long friendship...
But proceed, the whole, oh, tell me,
Of this dark adventure.


DONNA ANNA
Shadows of midnight all around me were gathered;

In my own quiet chamber
Sitting alone,
By misadventure and dreaming,

When all at once there came in, wrapped in a mantle,
A man, whom for the moment I had taken for thee.
But soon I had discovered

How great was my error!

DON OCTAVIO

Horror, continue!

DONNA ANNA

Silent he drew near me,
And my hand would caress,
Quick I withdrew it, and then he seized me... I struggled;

No one was near, one hand upon my mouth he placed,
My screaming to stifle, with the other he pressed me
Close in his grasp - I scarcely could resist him.


DON OCTAVIO
Miscreant! And then?


DONNA ANNA
At last my dread,

My horror of the !@$(ly ruffian lent strength
Unwonted for the moment,
I struggled with tortuous writhing's fearfully,

With an effort I flung him from me.

DON OCTAVIO

Oh, joy! That saved thee!

DONNA ANNA

Aloud then I clamoured for $$#istance,
Called on the household, he sought to fly,
But boldly I pursued him into the street,

That we might trace him,
(Becoming of my $$#ailant $$#ailer,)
Twas there that my father straight-way challenged him,

And the villain, by whose strength he was easily overpowered,
Stayed not his guilty madness, gave him the deathblow.


The wretch now thou knowest,
Who sought my betraying,
And vengeance thou owest
My father's, my father's foul slaying.
For justice I sue thee;

I ask of thy troth, I ask of thy troth.
Remember when wounded,
His lifeblood was flowing,
Unsolaced, unshriven,
He heard not, he heard not my crying,

My heart will be riven,
If thou break thy oath.

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