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Автор: Philippe Quinault
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      Are you restricting your desires to the cruel glory

      Of the ills your beauty causes?

      Won’t you ever make your happiness

      The joy of a faithful lover?

      ARMIDA:

      If I must tie myself down one day,

      At least you must believe

      That it will needs be glory

      That delivers my heart to love.

      It’s not sufficient to be king

      To become my master.

      It will be valor that will make me know

      The one who deserves my word.

      The conqueror of Renaud, if someone can do it,

      Will be worthy of me.

      (The people of the kingdom express through their dances and their songs, the joy that they have in the advantage that the beauty of this princess has given them over the knights of Godfrey’s camp.)

      HIDRAOT:

      Armida is even more loveable

      Than she is formidable.

      How glorious is her triumph!

      Her charms are greater than those of her beautiful eyes.

      She has no need to borrow it from the terrible art

      That she knows, when it pleases her, to cause Hell to arm.

      Her beauty finds everything possible.

      Our proudest enemies quake in her fetters.

      HIDRAOT AND THE CHORUS:

      Armida is even more loveable

      Than she is formidable.

      How glorious is her triumph.

      Her charms are greater than those of her beautiful eyes.

      PHENICIA AND THE CHORUS:

      Let’s follow Armida and sing of her victory.

      The whole universe echoes her glory.

      PHENICIA:

      Our enemies, weakened and troubled,

      Will no longer hear the progress of their arms.

      Ah! what joy! Our desires are fulfilled.

      Without costing us either blood or tears.

      CHORUS:

      Let’s follow Armida and sing of her victory.

      The whole universe echoes her glory.

      PHENICIA:

      Passionate love, which follows her everywhere,

      Clings to hearts she wants to inflame.

      It is content to reign in her eyes

      And still doesn’t dare to pass into her soul.

      CHORUS:

      Let’s follow Armida and sing of her victory.

      The whole universe echoes her glory.

      SIDONIA AND THE CHORUS:

      How sweet is an extreme triumph

      When one owes the entire honor only to oneself.

      SIDONIA:

      We haven’t made our soldiers arm.

      Armida is triumphant without their aid.

      All her power is in her soft allures.

      Nothing is so mighty as her charming beauty.

      CHORUS:

      How sweet is an extreme triumph

      When one owes the honor only to oneself.

      SIDONIA:

      Beautiful Armida has known how to easily vanquish

      Proud warriors more feared than thunder.

      And in less than a moment, her glances

      Have ruled the conquerors of the earth.

      CHORUS:

      How sweet is an extreme triumph

      When one owes the honor only to oneself.

      (Armida’s triumph is interrupted by the arrival of Aronte, who was charged with escorting the captive knights and who returns wounded and holding in his hand the stump of a sword.)

      ARONTE:

      O Heaven! O cruel disgrace!

      I was leading your captives with care.

      I attempted everything to demonstrate my zeal to you.

      My flowing blood is witness of it.

      ARMIDA:

      But where are my captives?

      ARONTE:

      An indomitable warrior

      Has delivered all of them

      ARMIDA AND HIDRAOT:

      A single warrior! what are you saying?

      Heaven!

      ARONTE:

      Of our enemies, he’s the most formidable.

      Our most valiant soldiers fell beneath his blows.

      Nothing can resist his extreme valor.

      ARMIDA:

      O Heaven! It’s Renaud.

      ARONTE:

      Himself.

      ARMIDA AND HIDRAOT:

      Let’s pursue to the death

      The enemy who offends us.

      Let him not escape

      Our vengeance.

      CHORUS:

      Let’s pursue to the death

      The enemy who offends us.

      Let him not escape

      Our vengeance.

      CURTAIN

      ACT II

      The stage represents a countryside where a river forms a pleasant island.

      ARTEMIDORUS:

      Invincible hero, it’s through your courage

      That I escaped the rigors of a funereal slavery.

      After this generous help

      Can I excuse myself from following you forever?

      RENAUD:

      Go, go fill my place

      In the regions from which my misfortune hunts me.

      Proud Gernand has forced me to punish

      His bold audacity.

      Godfrey threatened me with an unworthy prison,

      And from his camp I am obliged to banish myself.

      I distance myself from it with constraint.

      Luckily, I have been able to dedicate my exploits

      To delivering the holy city

      Which trembles under harsh laws!

      Follow the warriors that have fine zeal,

      Hurrying to demonstrate their valor and their faith.

      Seek an immortal glory.

      I intend that my exile envelop only me.