Choral Prologue Act I, Scene I

TH E M ETR O PO LITA N O PER A: LI VE I N H D
Roméo et Juliette
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Choral Prologue
Act I, Scene I
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Les Montaigues, les Capulets,
De leurs guerres sans fin
à toutes deux fatales,
Ensanglanter le seuil de ses palais.
Comme un rayon vermeil brille
En un ciel d’orage, Juliette parut
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Bleeding on the thresholds of their
palaces.
Like a colorful ray shines
In a stormy sky, Juliette appeared
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And both of them, forgetting the name
Which outrages them,
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Eese unhappy lovers
Paid with their lives (days)
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Act I, Scene II
Mab, queen of falsehoods,
Presides over dreams;
More frivolous than the deceiving wind;
Across space, across the night,
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Her chariot, which the rapid particle
Draws through the limpid ether,
Made out of an empty nutshell
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Ee harnesses, a subtle lace,
Were carved from the wing
Of some green grasshopper
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A bone of a cricket serves as the handle
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Is taken from a ray of light, which is shed
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Each night with this equipment
Mab visits, on her travels,
Ee husband who dreams of widowhood
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At her approach, the coquette
Dreams of finery and of dressing up,
Ee courtier bows and scrapes,
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She opens her treasures without number,
And liberty laughs in the shadows
At the prisoner burdened with irons.
Ee soldier dreams of ambushes,
Of battles and charges,
She pours him glasses of wine
With which his laurels are sprinkled.
And you, whom a sigh startles
When you lie on your couch,
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Mab, queen of falsehoods, etc.
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