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<strong>MAYR</strong>, J.S.: <strong>Inn<strong>al</strong>zamento</strong> <strong>al</strong> <strong>trono</strong> <strong>del</strong> <strong>giovane</strong> <strong>re</strong> <strong>Gioas</strong> [<strong>Oratorio</strong>] 8.572710-11<br />

http://www.naxos.com/cat<strong>al</strong>ogue/item.asp?item_code=8.572710-11<br />

<strong>Gioas</strong><br />

Raggio di giubilo<br />

Se per me splende, ...<br />

Adrasto<br />

Ei spera.<br />

Sebia<br />

E accende<br />

Più l’ira in me.<br />

<strong>Gioas</strong><br />

Nume santissimo,<br />

Lo debbo a te.<br />

Sebia<br />

Ah! cada esanime<br />

Dell’a<strong>re</strong> appiè.<br />

Adrasto<br />

Sì, cada esanime<br />

Dell’a<strong>re</strong> appiè.<br />

Scena X<br />

[15] Recitativo<br />

Giojada<br />

Sebia non mi fuggir per b<strong>re</strong>ve ascolta,<br />

Che scoprirai in qu<strong>al</strong>e inganno sei.<br />

Venne a tentarmi è vero<br />

Il seduttor Matan. Ma che? Severo<br />

Con acerbe <strong>re</strong>pulse il p<strong>re</strong>si a scherno.<br />

È tuo Figlio <strong>Gioas</strong>. Io non tel dissi<br />

Solo temendo che il materno affetto<br />

(viva ancor At<strong>al</strong>ia)<br />

Non tradisse il seg<strong>re</strong>to. Ma più volte<br />

Spera ti dissi, e nel gran Dio confida,<br />

È tuo figlio <strong>Gioas</strong>. Nel tuo vaneggio<br />

Al tuo cuo<strong>re</strong> parlò natura istessa.<br />

È tuo figlio <strong>Gioas</strong>. Ei fu rapito<br />

D<strong>al</strong>la strage spirante. Il sen vedrai<br />

Che serba ancor <strong>del</strong>la cru<strong>del</strong> ferita<br />

Le margini funeste, e il braccio in cui<br />

Quel che semp<strong>re</strong> apparì segno vermiglio,<br />

Da che ei vide nascendo il dì primiero.<br />

Sebia<br />

Ah! Mio sangue! Ah mio figlio! è vero, è vero.<br />

Joas<br />

Wenn ein Strahl des Jubels<br />

für mich erglänzt...<br />

Adrasto<br />

Er hofft.<br />

Sebia<br />

Und entfacht<br />

noch mehr Wut in mir.<br />

Joas<br />

Heiligste Gottheit,<br />

dann stehe ich in deiner Schuld.<br />

Sebia<br />

Ah! F<strong>al</strong>le er entseelt<br />

zu Füßen des Altars.<br />

Adrasto<br />

Ja, f<strong>al</strong>le er entseelt<br />

zu Füßen des Altars.<br />

X Szene<br />

Recitativo<br />

Jojada<br />

Sebia flieh nicht von mir und hör kurz zu,<br />

so wirst du entdecken, wie sehr du dich täuscht.<br />

Er kam mich zu versuchen, es ist wahr,<br />

der Verfüh<strong>re</strong>r Matan. Aber was? St<strong>re</strong>ng<br />

und mit harscher Ablehnung höhnte ich ihm.<br />

Joas ist dein Sohn. Ich sagte es dir nicht,<br />

nur weil ich fürchtete, dass die Mutterliebe<br />

(At<strong>al</strong>ia lebte noch)<br />

das Geheimnis p<strong>re</strong>isgebe. Mehrm<strong>al</strong>s aber<br />

sagte ich dir „hoffe und vertraue dem erhabenen Gott”.<br />

Joas ist dein Sohn. In deinem Wahn<br />

sprach die Natur selbst zu deinem Herzen.<br />

Joas ist dein Sohn. Er wurde dem<br />

ersterbenden Gemetzel entrissen. Du wirst die Brust sehen,<br />

die noch die grässliche Verletzung aufweist,<br />

die unheilvollen Narben und den Arm,<br />

wo immer ein rotes M<strong>al</strong> sich befand<br />

seit seinem ersten Lebenstag.<br />

Sebia<br />

Ah! Mein Blut! Ah mein Sohn! Es ist wahr, es ist wahr.<br />

Joash<br />

If a ray of <strong>re</strong>joicing<br />

shines for me ....<br />

Adrasto<br />

He hopes.<br />

Zibiah<br />

And inc<strong>re</strong>ases mo<strong>re</strong><br />

the anger in me..<br />

Joash<br />

Holiest Spirit,<br />

I owe it to thee.<br />

Zibiah<br />

Ah! He f<strong>al</strong>ls lifeless<br />

at the foot of the <strong>al</strong>tar. .<br />

Adrasto<br />

Yes, he f<strong>al</strong>ls lifeless<br />

at the foot of the <strong>al</strong>tar.<br />

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Scene X<br />

Recitative<br />

Jehoiada<br />

Zibiah, fly not from me and listen briefly,<br />

that you may discover how wrong you a<strong>re</strong>.<br />

The tempter Mattan, it is true, came to try me.<br />

But what? Harshly<br />

and with bitter <strong>re</strong>proaches I spurned him.<br />

Joash is your son. I did not tell you<br />

only through fear that your matern<strong>al</strong> love<br />

(Ath<strong>al</strong>iah was still <strong>al</strong>ive)<br />

might betray the sec<strong>re</strong>t. But many times<br />

I told you to hope and trust in Almighty God.<br />

Joash is your son. In your <strong>del</strong>irium<br />

natu<strong>re</strong> itself spoke to your heart.<br />

Joash is your son. He was seized<br />

from the massac<strong>re</strong>. You will see<br />

his b<strong>re</strong>ast still bears the d<strong>re</strong>ad signs<br />

of a cruel wound, and the arm<br />

on which a <strong>re</strong>d mark was <strong>al</strong>ways seen, which he had from the first<br />

day of his birth.<br />

Zibiah<br />

Ah! My blood! Ah my son! It is true, it is true.

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