Susannah Glanville / Neill Archer / Richard Van Allan / English Northern Philharmonia / Antoni Ros Marbá
(p) & © 1997 Chandos Records Ltd
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Donna Luisa: Nay, prithee, father, why so rough?
Don Antonio: A humble lover, I...
Don Jerome: How durst you, daughter, lend an ear
To such deceitful stuff!
Quick, from the window fly, quick, fly!
D'you hear me! And you, sirrah, begone this instant!
Donna Luisa: Adieu, Antonio.
My love, Antonio! My sweet Antonio!
My love, be true!
Don Antonio: Must you go,
We must part,
My poor angel!
Don Jerome: Begone, sirrah! Begone, I say! D'you hear me?
Begone this instant, insidious beggar!
Donna Luisa and Don Antonio: We soon, perhaps, may meet again,
For though hard fortune is our foe,
The god of love will fight for us,
And strike a conqu'ring blow!
Don Jerome: Reach me the Blunderbuss!
Donna Luisa and Don Antonio: The god of love will fight for us,
The god who knows our pain.
Don Jerome: Hence! Or these slugs are through your brain!
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