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medoro Pronto d’ogni tuo cenno esecutor son io.<br />
Addio prati, addio fonti, allori addio<br />
(Scolpisce il loro nomi nella scorza degli alberi)<br />
Aria di Medoro medoro Verdi allori sempre unito<br />
Conservate il nostro nome<br />
Come unito sarà il cor.<br />
E poi dite a chi lo miri<br />
Da qual mano, quando, e come<br />
Fosse in voi sì ben scolpito<br />
Se volete, che sospiri<br />
Invidiando il nostro amore.<br />
Verdi allori, etc.<br />
(Parte)<br />
n Scene 6 (Angelica sola)<br />
Aria di Angelica angelica Non potrà dirmi ingrata<br />
Perché restai piagata<br />
Da un così vago stral.<br />
Se quando amor l’offese<br />
Ei pur mal si difese<br />
Dall’arco suo fatal.<br />
Non potrà dirmi ingrata, etc.<br />
(Parte)<br />
n Scene 7 (Orlando solo)<br />
Recitativo orlando Legge sopra la scorza degli alberi<br />
Ma che rimiro? Oh Dei!?<br />
Scolpiti in queste piante<br />
I nomi rei d’Angelica e Medoro<br />
E ‘l lor perfido amore, e pur non moro!<br />
Ma dov’è quella man, che li ha scolpiti?<br />
Forse che in questo speco<br />
Del loro amor ricetto, ella s’asconde;<br />
Ne cercherò ben tutte<br />
Le più cieche voragini profonde.<br />
(Entra nella grotta)<br />
Your will, forever, I with joy obey.<br />
Farewell ye meads, ye springs and shades!<br />
(Carves their names in the bark of the trees)<br />
Ye trees, whilst ye adorn the plain<br />
our names united thus retain<br />
carved in the form that well imparts<br />
the constant union of our hearts;<br />
and then to each beholder tell<br />
what hand first traced them out so well<br />
and for what happy cause they were<br />
committed to your faithful care,<br />
if you desire our matchless love<br />
should each beholder’s envy prove.<br />
Ye trees …<br />
Please turn page quietly<br />
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(Exit)<br />
(Angelica sola)<br />
Had reason power to rule his hate<br />
he never could call me an ingrate;<br />
because my soft, resistless heart<br />
was pierced by such a lovely dart:<br />
for he is conscious in his turn,<br />
that when love doomed him first to burn,<br />
all the resistance he could show<br />
could never elude the fatal blow.<br />
Had reason power to rule …<br />
(Exit)<br />
(Orlando solo)<br />
(Reads the engravings on the bark of the trees)<br />
But ha! What do I see! O righteous Gods!<br />
These trees discover the engraved names<br />
Of false Angelica, and cursed Medoro,<br />
and show too legible their impious love!<br />
Can I behold this baleful sight and live!<br />
But where’s the hand that marked<br />
these characters?<br />
Perhaps she’s hid in this sequestered cavern,<br />
the dark reception of their wanton loves!<br />
Yes, I will search them out,<br />
though I should plunge<br />
in every gulf that yawns in the deepest shadows.<br />
(Rushes into the grotto)
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