The Metropolitan Opera HD Live (2006–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - Rossini: Le Comte Ory - full transcript

Young ladies, come listen to the
wise hermit, who is on his way.

As he passes by, let him receive
your offerings and your wishes.

We respect his learning.
He brings riches, wisdom, and husbands.

Enough! Silence!

Fear my power.

I have the honor of serving him.

We must fear his power!

You laugh?

Ha! How funny!

When you laugh at my power...

Calm down, sir.



It is an offense against heaven.

We will all obey. Allay your anger.

Leave your offerings
over there in the shade.

Be quick about the work.

Set the ripest fruit under the trees.

Be quick about it!

Patience!

Faster!

Patience, sir. Don't be angry.

And flagons of old wine for the table.

Flagons of old wine for the table.

It, too, is a gift from heaven.

While the countess languishes
in such melancholy...

how can these joyous songs be sung
by those in her service?



If you love your mistress,
her grief should afflict you.

She, too, wishes to visit the good hermit.

Maybe he can soothe what troubles her.

What happiness! Heaven-sent joy!

The countess will meet her savior!

Can all his learning give us new hope?

Through this wise man,
many a widow has recovered her husband.

I want to meet him, too...

if he has the power to cure a sad heart.

He can do even more! Everyone honors him.

Nothing on earth equals his power.

Nothing equals his power.

May heaven welcome your prayers.

Eternal peace, my brethren,
be always with you.

May heaven...

welcome your prayers!

May all your prayers be granted.

The peace of heaven,
my brethren, be with you always.

Widows and maidens,
bring all your suffering.

Come to me, my beauties.
To oblige you is my pleasure!

I can bring families together...

and find husbands for girls.

For every girl a husband.

Yes, all of you, come, come.

May your prayers have happy answers.

The peace of heaven, my brethren...

be with you always.

Come to me, my beauties!

Bring your sufferings to me.

I will give you relief.

Come to me, my lovelies.
I will find a husband for you.

I shall come, too!

Yes, even you, worthy lady.

You, too, my children.
I can grant all your wishes.

Only speak, and all your
wishes will be fulfilled.

What a holy man he is!
How much good he does our village!

Allow us to speak one at a time.

What is your wish?

What would you ask of me?

Let us speak one after the other.

Silence! Silence!

I beg that my wife will always be faithful.

A proper wish.

I only wish to marry the handsome Julien.

A handsome wish.

I beg that my husband return today.

A hermit is honored to
listen to the people!

Maidens and ladies,
come to my retreat tonight.

We must go to his retreat.
We have great favors to ask!

Ladies to make me happy tonight!

Affection, youth and riches!

All the village pays homage to you.

We shall all go to the hermitage.

All of us, we are all going!

One at a time, dear children!

I beg that my wife will always be faithful.

A proper wish.

I only wish to marry the handsome Julien.

A handsome wish.

I beg that my husband return today.

A hermit is honored to
listen to the people!

Young ladies, come to my retreat tonight.

We must go and pay homage to his powers.

True happiness will be yours.

We must go to his retreat.

Come tonight, fair ones!

We must go to his retreat!

The whole village honors your virtue.

We all pay homage to this holy man.

Another word, please.

It concerns the countess.

Our gallant knights,
inspired by the love of glory...

now reap their laurels in far-off lands.

Their wives and sisters, still so young,
have sworn like me...

to spend their widowhood here
at the Chateau of Formoutiers.

(Where so many charms are imprisoned!)

The chateau of the beautiful countess?

Her brother has followed
our warriors into battle.

And my noble lady, in her distress,
wishes to consult with you today.

(The joy is mine!)

Let her visit.
It is my duty to help her.

I will restore her peace of mind.

Go back to your mistress.

Return to your tasks.

As I wait in my humble cottage...

I shall hear the prayers
of these young ladies.

The whole village honors your virtue.

I cannot go any farther, young man.

Let us rest in this cool shade.

Why force me to leave our escort,
and bring me here?

(I have my reasons.)

There stands the castle
of my beautiful cousin.

If only I could see her. What joy!

But she has closed both her castle
and her heart to love.

Well then, dear tutor,
are you feeling stronger?

Blasted work! Blasted errand!

My lord the duke orders me
to find Count Ory, his son.

He's the devil incarnate,
my pupil and my master.

He defies me and disappears
from the court...

in order to play some new trick!

They say he has been spotted here.

But how will I find him?

How will I recognize him?

That should not be difficult.
You are his tutor, after all.

Such an honor!

Always alert, always anxious...

for his Highness or my life.

The tutor of a great lord...

reaps profits and glory both.

What an honor to be a tutor!

Ah! What an honor indeed,
the honor of being a tutor!

In battle, as in the hunt...

if danger threatens him,
one must still follow his every step.

His every step,
even if it leads to your death!

His every step,
though it may be one's last.

Always alert, always anxious...

for his Highness or my life.

The tutor of a great lord...

reaps profits and glory both.

What an honor to be a tutor!

What an honor indeed!

If he falls for some beauty,
I must run after her.

I must lecture him on the
danger of one's passions.

Yes, when he falls for a beauty,
I must run after her...

and scold him about
the danger of passion.

Always alert.

Always anxious.

For his Highness or myself.

The tutor of a great lord...

reaps profits and glory both.

What an honor to be a tutor!

What an honor! A tutor!

To the hermit, our guide and friend,
all our gratitude!

We shall always return to him!

O good hermit, always!

We shall always return to him!

O holy prophet, mighty prophet,
blessings upon him!

Young girls have, thanks to him...

found fortune and good marriages.

I see such pretty faces!

My dear master must be nearby.

Young ladies, tell me, please...

when did the good hermit
arrive in the village?

It was eight days ago.

Eight days?

No more than that.

Just when my master vanished!

Eight days since my master vanished.

This coincidence may solve the mystery.

This hermit, whom all revere...

is his soul a sincere one?

Could this man,
whom all adore and entreat, be Count Ory?

I think I see through his little trick.

Yes, I am sure it's the count again!

What troubles that traveler?
He seems in a bad mood.

This man whom all adore.

We had best keep away from him,
so let us be on our way.

Could he be Count Ory?

Could he be Count Ory?

This coincidence may solve the mystery.

This hermit, whom all revere...

is his soul a sincere one?

This man whom all adore,
could he be Count Ory?

I see through his little trick.

Yes, I am sure it's the count!

I am sure it's the count again!

This hermit, dear child,
where might I find him?

He's coming here in a moment.

The countess asked to see him...

Did she?

About an unknown ailment.

Thank you, child.

Any moment now!

She is coming soon!

The beautiful, alluring countess!
Even more proof!

Wait here. I will find our escort.

We will return together
and confirm my suspicions.

I shall see my beauty again!

But how to conquer her proud virtue?

How to find favor with her today?

If only this hermit would help me.

No, that would be too bold.

But then, am I not Count Ory's page?

Greetings, venerable hermit!

(My page! What scheme is he hatching?)

What brings you here...

dear Isolier?

He knows me!

Such is the power of my wisdom.

I fear this offering may be too little.

No matter. Confide in me, good page.

A high-born lady holds my heart
in sweet servitude...

and I burn for her charms.

I see nothing wrong. Continue.

I thought I had won her over,
and yet her heart is so severe...

she recoils from my advances.

I see nothing wrong. Continue.

Until her brother returns
from the Crusades...

she has vowed no suitor,
no man at all may enter the castle.

(The castle of the countess... heavens!)

How can I gain entrance?

I have a clever plan,
but I fear it's too reckless.

Tell me, fair youth!

Perhaps I could slip into the castle,
disguised as a female pilgrim.

Good... very good... a clever plan.

(I might try that myself!)

Noble page of Count Ory...

one day you will be worthy of him!

(Just look how this traitor
dares to challenge his master!)

My hopes revive! What a good plan!
A masterstroke!

- I have him, and we shall see.
- I have him, and I already see.

One of us will prevail.

His powers will serve me well.

His powers will serve me well.

We shall see which one prevails.

But this plan needs your
help if it is to succeed.

My help?

My lady is coming to consult you?

(He knows everything.)

Tell her it is her coldness
that causes her dire torment.

I understand! That's clever.

And to be quickly cured,
tell her she must fall in love with me.

I understand! That's not bad.

(I will tell her she must fall in love,
but not with my rival!)

Tell her she must fall in love!

Noble page of Count Ory...

one day you will be worthy of him!

(Just look how this traitor
dares to challenge his master!)

My hopes revive! What a good plan!
A masterstroke!

- I have him, and we shall see.
- I have him, and I already see.

His powers will serve me well.

One of us will prevail.

Isolier! Here!

Sick at heart, I too have come
to consult the hermit.

All the unhappy deserve
my consolation and blessing.

Beset by melancholy...

barred from delight.

Condemned, though still young...

to suffer and sigh constantly.

That is my fate.

To wither away in silence...

to hope only for death!

Alas...

what suffering!

What wretched agony!

They say you are sympathetic.

Would you cure this terrible malaise?

I fear it will kill me!

Comfort me in my distress.

Give me back my peace of mind.

Give me the happiness I have lost.

Relieve me of this sorrow.

Allay her suffering. Allay her sorrow.

Must I die of my suffering?

Let your learning restore her happiness.

Alas, there is no hope.

Allay all this sorrow!

Heavens!

O wretched agony!

They tell me you are sympathetic.

If you can, cure this terrible malaise...

which I fear will kill me!

Comfort me in my distress.
Give me back my peace of mind.

Give me the happiness I have lost.
Relieve me of this sorrow.

The happiness... the sorrow....

You heard her touching plea.

Now is the moment of truth.
Help me, father!

If you have trust in me...

I can in good conscience cure your pain.

The malaise tormenting you
has its source in your heart.

To restore your happiness,
you must fall in love once more.

But I pledged to live as if I were a widow.

How could I betray that oath?
It would be better to die.

How could I take back my word?

I would rather die instead!

Heaven itself absolves you,
and commands you...

to rekindle the flame of your life
with the torch of love.

Divine providence!

I bless you for your mercy!

Good hermit, your kindness
will live in my heart forever.

Forever! Forever!

Your kindness will comfort me always.

Isolier, your presence arouses
such sweet feelings in me.

Dear Isolier....

I want to love you, no one but you!

His words have revived her.
Her grievous pain is soothed.

I feel revived by tenderness.

Good hermit, your kindness
will live in my heart forever.

Forever! Forever!

Your kindness will always comfort me.

How your presence delights me,
arousing such sweet feelings.

Dear Isolier....

I want to love you, no one but you!

Good! How happy I am.

One more word, please.

A great danger threatens you!

Danger?

Young Isolier!

He is the page of the dreaded Count Ory,
of whose exploits....

But I dare not speak in front of him.

Let us enter the castle.

My heart is trembling!

My savior! My strength!

Come in, come in!

We should spot him easily.

Over there!

There's Raimbaud,
our master's friend and confidant!

Quiet now! Not a word!

No more doubt, no more mystery.

It is my lord! It's him!

You wretch! Fear my anger!

It is Count Ory!

Yes... here I am!

Heavens!

How terrible, how painful!

What a shameful ploy!

Our hearts are trembling with fear!

Their spite knows no bounds.

Everything conspires against me!

Fear seizes hold of my heart!

How terrible! How painful!

Our hearts tremble!

All his hopes now are dashed!

Fear grips my soul!

Hope fades from his heart!

All his hopes now are dashed!

How frightening!

This message, your ladyship,
has arrived from a distant land.

It brings, I am certain,
news of our husbands!

(More bad luck!)

Read it, please!

(My lord, farewell to pleasure!)

Read it! We can wait no longer!

"My lady and dear sister, the Crusade
is over. We are coming home at last."

The Crusade is over!
They are coming home at last!

A turn of fate!

"We have liberated the Holy Land.
Our swords drip with Saracen blood."

They have liberated the Holy Land!
Their swords drip with Saracen blood!

A turn of fate!

"We leave for France and will arrive
two days after you get this message."

Our fondest hope!
They will arrive in two days!

You must come, my lord count,
and share our joy.

I share your joy.

Come share our joy!

(New triumphs will avenge my shame.
I have one more day to make a plan.)

Come, let us depart!

I tremble at the thought of him!

Only one day to make a plan!

Their return will restore our peace.

Come, friends, we will withdraw,
the better to brave our fates!

Let us upend all his plots!

Tonight we'll defy our jealous foes!

We will surprise and stop him!

We'll defy our jealous foes!

Parry his deceitful blows!

Now that fate no longer punishes me,
fresh hope makes my heart race.

The man who touched my heart
will make me happy again.

I feel my heart beating
with love and happiness.

- Come, let us depart!
- Beware her brother, the castle's lord.

Let us praise the glory of our men!

Let us sing of our noble lords!

On our way! Let us leave!

Come, friends, we will withdraw,
the better to brave our fates!

Let us upend all his plots!

Tonight we'll defy our jealous foes!

With daring, let us stop him!

Now that fate no longer punishes me,
fresh hope makes my heart race.

The man who touched my heart
will make me happy again.

I feel my heart beating
with love and happiness.

It is time to take our leave.

In this peaceful refuge,
we pass our days in innocence.

It is our stronghold against
the deeds of the wicked.

Here we defy the deeds of the wicked.

Here we are protected from
the deeds of the wicked.

Yes, from those devils.

I still tremble when I think of
him, the Count Ory.

Virtue and innocence have
their worst enemy in him.

My thought as well!
The audacity!

My God! The audacity!

Impersonating a holy man!
Speaking to me of my husband!

Happily, we need not fear.
These walls will protect us...

protect us all from him.

Protect us all.

In this peaceful refuge
we pass our days in innocence.

Here we are protected from
the deeds of the wicked.

We are protected from all their wickedness.

We are protected from all their wickedness.

Yes, from their devious plans.

Listen!

Thunder!

Yes, a storm is shaking
the great castle's windows.

I am seized with fear.

Stricken with dread!

Spare your wrath, dear
Lord, and protect us!

O God, protect us from this storm!

O God, protect us from this storm!

O God, protect us!

At least we are sheltered.
Thanks be to heaven!

But when a furious storm rages...

my heart pities the fate
of poor women on pilgrimage.

Noble mistress, help us in our distress.

Let us enter your castle, good lady...

as we flee the disgrace
that threatens us.

We beg you to save us!

See who is knocking at this hour.

No poor soul who seeks our help...

here in this ancient castle,
has ever been turned away.

Dear God, in Your supreme mercy...

calm this terrible storm!

At this moment, someone I love
may also be suffering.

Dear God, in Your supreme mercy...

calm this terrible storm!

Noble mistress, help us in our distress.

Give us refuge, good lady.

Dear God, in Your supreme mercy...

calm this terrible storm!

At this moment, someone I love
may also be suffering.

When will he be struck
by divine retribution?

This is terrible!

What is it?

God! What a horrid crime!

But what is it?

Count Ory has struck again!

Some hapless pilgrims,
pursued by him, are seeking shelter.

They ask for a night's refuge.

We must offer them our help!

I guessed you would,
and have attended to it.

One pities the sufferings
one has felt oneself.

How many ladies are there?

Twenty-five.

Quite a number of them.

But all well-mannered.

Their age?

Forty.

Their appearance?

Frightful!

That Count Ory is ruthless.

They were silent as I led them in.

They were shaking with cold and fear.

One of them asked the favor
of seeing you for a moment.

But here she comes now.

Leave us for a moment.

Come, you have nothing to fear.

Ragonde was right.

How modest and ladylike!

Come closer, sister.

Ah, madame, what respect
for your virtue burns within me.

Allow me to tell you of
the ardor in my soul.

The ardor?

Your prudence and kindness
have saved our honor.

You have saved our honor.

I am happy and proud
that the reprobate's passion...

has not sullied such precious virtue.

Virtue?

Yes, I am proud he has failed
to ruin so many beautiful women.

In my heart nothing will erase
so much charm and grace.

This hand that I kiss
will forever be a token of this.

What are you doing? Please!

Does my gratitude offend you?

Without your help...

alas, I tremble to think of our fate.

Let your soul be calm.

Such excessive fear!

And so much excitement!

(I must be careful.)

Why this tenderness?

(I must temper my affection.)

Why does she cling so?

- The sister seems overcome.
- (What sweet madness!)

- Though he may be nearby...
- (I can't help myself!)

you can still defy Count Ory!

You dare defy Count Ory?

- You can defy him fearlessly!
- You dare defy him?

Defy Count Ory?

Defy Count Ory!

Defy Count Ory?

Defy Count Ory!

They say he is reckless.

I defy his fury.

They claim he loves you.

Him? What impudence!

What would you do if he fell at your feet,
begging for mercy?

For such insolence,
my scorn and contempt would be his reward.

This villain thinks we admire him,
and vainly hopes to win the day.

I prefer a sincere lover
who restrains his tender passion.

We should mock the "agonies and ecstasies"
of a mere seducer.

This villain thinks we admire him,
and vainly hopes to win my heart.

(Beauty so proud, so stern,
I hope soon to move your heart.)

(I laugh at her defenses.
Resistance is only to be expected.)

(But the fluttering captive
will yield to her vanquisher.)

(Beauty so proud, so stern,
I hope soon to move your heart.)

- I have every confidence...
- You should be warned, madame...

- I can defy his insolence.
- Confidence is not prudence.

- That villain hopes to seduce my heart.
- This wooer hopes to move your heart.

- I prefer a man who hides his passion.
- This wooer will move your heart.

- I mock a mere seducer.
- You laugh in vain at my passion.

- That villain hopes to seduce my heart.
- This wooer hopes to win your heart.

Here come your faithful companions.

So I hear. My gentlemen...

er, "sisters"!

(My knights, under these humble habits!)

I have ordered that you be given...

milk and fruit.

A bounty from heaven!

Frugal fare, a modest meal
for such noble appetites.

This madness is charming, divine!

Pleasure invites us to this joyous feast.

Charming! Divine!

Pleasure invites us to this joyous feast.

Charming! Divine!

Pleasure invites us to this joyous feast.

Such delightful madness!

Charming! Divine!

Pleasure invites us to this joyous feast.

Charming, divine!

Such delightful nonsense!

What a joyous feast!

Quite an adventure,
don't you think, my dear tutor?

I would agree, but if the duke...

My father!

Hears of this, I will lose my position.

We must be on guard.

That's up to you.

You watch out for us, we'll laugh for you.

We lack nothing,
because I have chosen wisely...

my companions for pleasure,
my tutor for caution.

What inspired this extravagant charade?

Isolier, my page and my rival.

That foolhardy boy!

Without knowing the
object of my affections...

he recommended this very disguise,
the better to carry off his beloved.

Heaven is punishing him.

And rewarding me!

This madness is charming, divine!

Pleasure invites us to this joyous feast.

What a miserable meal!
Nothing but milk and fruit.

The diet of the innocents, my ladies.

There's no wine!

Ah, but there is, friends!

It's Raimbaud!

Back from a heroic exploit,
I bring you my spoils to share.

Come listen to the tale of my adventures.

In this lonely place with its air
of mystery, I had fallen asleep.

A thirst for action spurred
my drowsy spirit on.

Raimbaud to the ramparts!

I set out to explore this castle...

when my eyes fell upon an elegant room.

What did you see?

A pretty harp, some tapestry...
then I spotted a novel.

I could see it was the story of
the dashing Tyran-le-Blanc!

A novel, really?

Hungrily, I went to the
refectory but found no food.

Wandering beneath a dark vault,
I glimpsed an underground passage.

An underground passage!

As if a maiden were imprisoned there,
I rushed forward into a vast cellar.

Its immensity was a tribute
to the lord of the castle.

Could anyone have done better?

An arsenal was arrayed on the table,
a formidable defense.

A new sort of army to rival
the forces of Sultan Saladin!

Delightful! Divine!

Next to the wines of Touraine,
I saw those of Aquitaine.

Then the vintages of Spain
and sparkling champagne!

Divine! Delightful!

O sweet peril that I adore!
What new enemies were in store?

I charged ahead, as a hero
confronts twenty nations all at once.

Triumph was mine and all its joys.
But I stopped. I heard a noise.

Someone rushed me, and in his wake,
the very walls began to shake.

Footsteps echoed behind, ahead.
Someone cried, "Stop the thief!"

The echo repeated the disbelief.

Swiftly, swiftly I fled.

What a feast, my friends, a feast!

Here are the fruits of my conquest!

What a feast, my friends, a feast!

Here are the fruits of my conquest!

Let us feast on his conquests!

Someone cried, "Stop the thief!"
The echo repeated the disbelief.

Swiftly, swiftly I fled.

What a feast, my friends, a feast!

And here are the fruits of my conquest!

What a feast, my friends, a feast!

With the fruits of his victory,
he pays tribute to friendship.

All of us have a share in
his conquest and glory.

Let us drink it all down!

What fine wines this castle has!

While its lord is off
fighting Turks and Saracens...

let us drink to his health
with his own exquisite wines!

Let's drink!

Let's drink the castle's fine wine!

What sweet ambrosia!

Let us celebrate wine and folly,
pleasure and love!

Celebrate pleasure and love!

What fine wines this castle has!

Someone is coming! The matron!

Silence! Be still!

Pretend to pray, or we're done for.

Thou whom I worship, hear my prayer.

O God, our protector, come in Thy mercy.

Save the innocents!

And may Thy power one day
repay this hospitality.

She has gone.

Let's make up for lost time!

Let us drink it all down!

She is coming back.

Silence!

Such peaceful meditation!

How I admire them!

It is time now to retire.

Will each lady withdraw to her room?

Farewell, noble countess.

Ah, if heaven has heard me,
the moment may come soon...

when I can make known to you...

all the feelings of a grateful heart.

Yes, that was a good deed,
which will bring us good fortune.

Someone is ringing at the gate.
Who could be coming next?

A page.

A page in this place,
where men are forbidden!

I wish to know who this impudent fellow is.

It is I, pretty cousin.

And I do not deserve the proud anger
flashing in your beautiful eyes.

Who has sent you here?

My master, the duke.

He has charged me to inform
you and these ladies...

that their husbands and
your brother will arrive at midnight.

What! Our husbands! Good God!

They're returning from Palestine
and wish to surprise you tonight.

Ah! Their return fulfills our hopes!

The duke agrees, but thinks...

a prudent husband should
always warn his wife.

A sudden happiness can be dangerous.

What! Our husbands finally returning!

Heaven owed us their caresses.

I shall hurry to tell our guests.

Who are they?

Twenty-five pure souls
Count Ory has pursued.

I'm suddenly fearful....

Are they pilgrims, by chance?

Yes, indeed.

We are done for!

In this disguise you have welcomed
Count Ory himself and his knights!

O heavens!

The worst horror of all!

How do I explain to my
husband why his wife...

is here with twenty-five knights?

Alas! What dangers await us?

In an hour you will be rescued.

Help is on the way.
We must gain some time.

Ory is more terrible than all the rest.

He is here!

I hear him!

Have no fear.

I will defend you with my very life.

Fear overwhelms me.

Beloved lady...

soul of my life.

Have no fear.

I stand beside you.

Thanks to this dark night...

I can enter and not wake her.

I must yield to the torment I endure.

In the arms of love, I cannot sleep.

I can enter...

and not wake her.

What torment I endure!

In the arms of love, I cannot sleep.

Love and hope batter my heart!

Fear and hope batter my heart!

Night and silence conceal his sin.

Night and silence ensure my happiness.

Night and silence hide his sin.

Speak to him.

Who goes there?

It is I, Sister Colette.

Alone and unable to sleep...

I'm afraid of everything.

Allow me... may I stay with you?

(Oh, the liar!)

(What a liar!)

Such delight!

When there are two of us,
we are less afraid.

(Oh yes, two of us!)

Ah, I am no longer frightened.

What are you doing?

No more fear for me...

not with this hand on my heart.

(He's pressing my hand to his heart!)

My proud beauty, let him have his way.

His happiness costs you nothing.

Lord, how happy I am!

Love and hope stir my heart!

Fear and hope trouble my heart!

Now I beg you, Sister Colette...

return to your room.

To leave you is to lose my life!
Let me stay at your knee.

I am trembling. What are you doing?

A fire consumes me!
This is a lover imploring you!

Ah, dear God, what treachery!

The love that undoes my reason
should earn me forgiveness.

Do not pull away.
Let me hold the hand which my passion....

Ah, you are pressing against me!

Oh, God! My lady...

how could I ever love you enough!

I hear the clamor of arms!
The trumpets blare!

Yes, I hear the clamor of arms.
The trumpets blare.

The clamor of arms!
The blare of trumpets!

No more fear!

Must I abandon these delights?

Help is on its way!

I hear the trumpet call.

I hear the clamor of arms.
The trumpets blare!

Yes, I hear the clamor of arms.
The trumpets blare.

The clamor of arms!
The blare of trumpets!

Heavens! What is that noise?

Time to retreat.
We must go, my lord.

My page, Isolier!

Whom Sister Colette was
passionately embracing.

I am betrayed! Fear my wrath!

Fear your father's!

He has arrived in the castle.
Can you hear those cries of joy?

O heavens!

You who made war on women,
you are now our prisoners!

Yes, we are defeated.

Noble lady, at your feet
I beg your mercy for my knights.

What do you demand as ransom?

One price... your departure.

Avoid the anger of their husbands!

I will guide you by a secret passage.
Your page will shut the door behind.

He is the one who fooled us all.

Listen to the songs of victory.

It is our brave knights...

whom love and glory have led home.

The victory belongs to marriage.
That is what leads men home.

Let us leave this gracious place.

Let us leave this gracious place.

Hail the sons of triumph!

Hail these brave warriors!

Love and glory have led them home!