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CARLOTTA: |
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This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours! |
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From the enslaving force of Rome! |
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GIRL'S CHORUS: |
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With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet |
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the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation! |
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MEN'S CHORUS: |
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The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark |
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to our step on the ground! |
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ALL: |
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Hear the drums -- Hannibal comes! |
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PIANGI: |
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Sad to return to find the land |
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we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp, |
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REYER: |
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Signor . . . if you please: "Rome". |
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We say "Rome' not "Roma" |
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PIANGI: |
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Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me. |
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LEFEVRE: |
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This way, gentlemen, this way. |
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Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of |
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Chalumeau's "Hannibal". |
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Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met M. |
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Andre and M. Firmin ... |
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REYER: |
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I'm sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing. |
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If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment? |
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LEFEVRE: |
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My apologies, M. Reyer. Proceed, proceed ... |
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REYER: |
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Thank you, monsieur. |
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"Sad to return..." Signor ... |
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LEFEVRE: |
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M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur. Rather a tyrant, I'm afraid. |
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PIANGI: |
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Sad to return to find the land we love |
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threatened once more by Rome's far-reaching grasp. |
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Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome. |
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Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home. |
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By Nehemoth |
