{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_17440/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_17440","id":"gutenberg_17440","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/17440","summary":null,"tags":["Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Plays/Films/Dramas","Category: Romance","IT Teatro in versi","Opera","Operas -- Librettos"],"text":"Produced by Louise Hope, Paul Murray and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This\nfile was produced from images generously made available\nby the Biblioth\u00e8que nationale de France (BnF/Gallica) at\nhttp://gallica.bnf.fr)\n\n\n\n\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\nSome typographical errors have been corrected, while others were left in\ntheir original form. Details are given at the end of the file.]\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n                    _AMADIS_\n                       of\n                     _GAUL_.\n\n                       an\n                     OPERA.\n\n\n           As it is perform'd at the\n                 King's Theatre\n\n                     in the\n                  _Hay-Market_.\n\n                   _LONDON:_\nPrinted for _Jacob Tonson_, at _Shakespear's-Head_\n        over-against _Catherine-Street_\n             in the _Strand_. 1715.\n\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n            To the Right Honourable\n                   _RICHARD_,\n                    Earl of\n           _Burlington_ and _Corck_,\n    Baron _Clifford_ of _Landesbrough_, & c.\n\n\n_My LORD_,\n\nMy Duty and Gratitude oblige me to give this Publick Testimony, of\nthat Generous Concern Your Lordship has always shown for the promoting\nof Theatrical Musick, but this Opera more immediately claims Your\nProtection, as it is compos'd in Your own Family.\n\nThe particular Encouragement you have given to the liberal Arts, not\nonly shows the Delicacy of Your Taste, but will be a Means to Establish\nthem in this Climate, and _Italy_ will no longer boast of being the Seat\nof Politeness, whilst the Sons of Art flourish under Your Patronage.\n\nYour Lordship indeed has distinguished Your self this way, and every\nScience has raised it self under Your Auspicious Bounty. So true a\nNotion of Merit, and so nice a Discernment of what is Curious, is but\nrarely found among Persons of an advanced Age; but You my Lord, by an\nuncommon Felicity of Genius, do even in the Bloom of Youth make Your\nEntrance in the World with the most refin'd Taste and mature Judgment.\n\nBut I fear the Pleasure I take in Recounting Your Excellent Qualities\nwill make me commit an Involuntary Errour, and that I shall be thought\nTroublesome, when I only designed to show with how much Respect I am,\n\n_My LORD,_\n  _Your Lordship's most Humble,\n      _most Obliged, and most\n          _Faithful Servant,_\n\n    John James Heidegger.\n\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nPersonaggi.\n\n  Dramatis Person\u00e6\n\n\nAmadigi di Gaula Eroe, amante di Oriana.\n\n  _Amadis_ of _Gaul_, a famous Heroe, in love with _Oriana_.\n\n      Sig. Cav. _Nicolino Grimaldi_.\n\nDardano, Prencipe di Tracia.\n\n  _Dardanus_, Prince of _Thracia_.\n\n      Sig. _Diana Vico_.\n\nOriana, Figlia del' R\u00e8 dell' Isole fortunate.\n\n    Sig. _Anastasia Robinson_.\n\n  _Oriana_, Daughter of the King of the Fortunate Islands.\n\n      Mrs. _Anastasia Robinson_.\n\nMelissa, Maga Amante Di Amadigi.\n\n    Sig. _Elisabetta Pilotta Schiavonetti,\n    di S.A.R. la Principessa di Galles_.\n\n  _Melissa_, an Enchantress, in love with _Amadis_.\n\n      Sig. _Elizabetta Pilotta Schiavonetti_,\n      Servant to her Royal Highness the Princess of _Wales_.\n\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n               Amadigi di Gaula.\n\n              _Amadis_ of _Gaul_.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n\nATTO I. SCENA I.\n\n    ACT I. SCENE I.\n\n\nGiardino di Melissa.\n\n  SCENE _Melissa_'s Garden.\n\nNotte.\n\n  Night.\n\nAmadigi, e Dardano.\n\n  _Amadis_ and _Dardanus_.\n\nAMADIGI.\n\n  AMADIS.\n\n  Or' che di negro Ammanto\n  E' ricoperto il Cielo, e ogn' un' riposa\n  Prencipe andiamo, oue l'honor c'Invita;\n  Abbandoniam' queste incantate Soglie,\n  Che gi\u00e0 troppo contrarie\n  Furo' alla gloria mia, ed' al' mio Amore.\n\n    Now that the Heav'ns with sable Veil\n    Are cover'd close, and all Mankind repose,\n    Prince, let us go, where Honour us invites;\n    Let us abandon this enchanted Place,\n    Which too averse already hath prov'd\n    Both to my Glory, and my Love.\n\nDard.\n\n  Gi\u00e0 d' Amadigi il nome\n  Fa' incredibil' le proue\n  Della forza dell' braccio, e del' valore:\n  Dopo tante vittorie\n  Tempo \u00e8 dunque che ascolti,\n  Della vaga Melissa\n  Gl' Innamorati pianti.\n  Mira; come qui ride il fiore; e come\n  Verdeggia il prato; e Limpido il ruscello,\n  Qui come inriga il suolo:\n  Tutto con l'arti sue forma d'Incanti,\n  Per piacere \u00e0 t\u00e8 Sol', che sei sua vita.\n\n    The Name of _Amadis_ already makes\n    Incredible, th' amazing Proofs\n    As well of Valour as of Strength of Arm:\n    After so many Victories obtain'd\n    'Tis also time to lend an Ear\n    To beautiful _Melissa_'s Sighs,\n    And listen to her kind Complaints.\n    See how the Flow'rs seem all to smile,\n    How green the Meadows, and how clear the Streams\n    Which seem to water all the pleasant Ground:\n    All this she forms by her enchanting Arts,\n    You, only you, to please, who are her Life.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Pi\u00f9 cerca ella piacermi, io pi\u00f9 la sprezzo.\n\n    The more she strives to please, the more I her despise.\n\nDard.\n\n  Ingrato dunque sei.\n\n    The more ungrateful you.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Mira; e poi dimmi Ingrato:\n              [Gli mostra il ritratto di Oriana.\n  Mira questi colori,\n  Che non sono ch' un' ombra al' par del' giorno,\n  E d\u00ec, se posso oh' Dio,\n  Per Melissa Lasciar, l'Idolo mio?\n\n    View first this Piece, then call me Ingrate.\n                [He shews him the Picture of _Oriana_.\n    View but these Colours, which yet are no more\n    Than Shadows at the Day's approach,\n    And tell me, if I can, Oh Gods!\n    Leave, for _Melissa_'s sake, this Idol of my Love?\n\nDard.\n\n  (Ah'! che rimiro \u00f2 stelle!\n  Questo \u00e8 il mio ben' si finga.)\n  Ella ti corisponde?\n\n    (Ah me! what is't I see? O Stars!\n    This is my Dear; but I'll dissemble)\n    And does answer thy Love.\n\nAmad.\n\n  M'ama quant' Io l'Adoro.\n  M\u00e0; che pi\u00f9 qui si tarda? andiam \u00f2 Prence.\n\n    She loves me as much as I do her adore.\n    But pray, why stay we here? Prince, let us go.\n\nDard.\n\n  Signor' pi\u00f9 non m'oppongo, alle tue brame:\n  Resta; che intanto Io vado\n  Per ricercare, un opportuno calle.\n  Che celi a gl'occhi altrui il nostro scampo.\n\n    I shall no longer, Sir, oppose your Will:\n    Remain you here; in the mean time I'll go\n    And try to find some secret Passage out,\n    Which may from ev'ry Eye conceal our Flight.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Quiui t'attendo. (Dard.) (Ed' Io di sdegno auvampo.)\n      Pugner\u00f2 contro del' fato,\n      Vendicato il cor' sar\u00e0;\n      E il riuale mio spietato\n      Al mio pie vinto cadr\u00e0.\n          Pugner\u00f2, &c.\n\n    Here I'll attend. (_Dard._) And I inraged burn.\n    Dardanus says,\n            _He will fight against Fate to revenge his Love;\n            and that his Rival shall fall at his Feet._\n\n\nSCENA II.\n\n    SCENE II.\n\nAmadigi solo.\n\n    _Amadis_ alone.\n\n  O' notte, \u00f2 cara notte;\n  Spiega il pi\u00f9 oscuro velo:\n  E t\u00f9 nume dei sogni\n  Soccorri un fido Amante\n  Con i silentii, e l'ombre;\n  Che gi\u00e0 mai favoristi, con l'orror del tuo nero,\n  Un cor del' mio pi\u00f9 fido, e pi\u00f9 sincero.\n\n    O Night, O dearest, dearest Night;\n    Spread now thy thickest, darkest Veil:\n    And you great Deity of Dreams\n    Succour a faithful Lover once\n    With Silence and with deepest Shades;\n    You never yet help'd with your dismal Black\n    A Heart more true, nor more sincere than mine.\n\n      Notte amica dei riposi\n      Deh' m'assisti, e riconforta,\n      Il mio sen' che st\u00e0 penan----\n\n            _He invokes the Night to assist and comfort his\n            troubled Breast, and stops abruptly._\n\nSi schiarisce in un subito la Scena, Scaturiscono da terra vasi,\nfontane, e statue. ----ed' una truppa di Spiriti infernali, inuiati\nda Melissa, da tutti i Lati della Scena, si oppongono alla partenza\ndi Amadigi.\n\n    The Scene grows Light on a sudden, and there arises confusedly from\n    the Ground, Vasas, Fountains, and Statues. And a Troop of infernal\n    Spirits (sent by _Melissa_) on both sides of the Scene, prevent\n    _Amadis_'s going off the Stage.\n\n  Che miro! inuido fato\n  Bramo la notte, e il sol' m' apporta il giorno?\n  Fuggir\u00f2, m\u00e0 doue? forse di qui?\n  Ah' n\u00f2; ch' impedito \u00e8 ogni passo\n  Allo scampo, alla fuga.\n  Ah' Melissa, Melissa! io son' tradito.\n  M\u00e0 che! s'apra col' ferro il varco.\n\n    What do I see? O Envious Fate!\n    I wish'd for Night. Does _Phoebus_ bring the Day?\n    Ill fly, but where? Can I from hence get free?\n    Ah no, all Passages are stopp'd,\n    All things combine to hinder my Escape.\n    _Melissa_, ah _Melissa_, I'm betray'd,\n    But with my Sword I'll hew my Passage out.\n\n              [Mentre pone il pugno alla spada sopragiunge Melissa.\n\n                [Whilst he lays his Hand on his Sword, _Melissa_\n                comes suddenly to him.\n\n\nSCENA III.\n\n    SCENE III.\n\nMelissa, ed Amadigi.\n\n    _Melissa_ and _Amadis_.\n\nMel.\n\n  E t\u00f9 cerchi fuggir? perfido; Ingrato.\n  Deh' Melissa t'arresti.\n\n    Do you pretend t' escape? Perfidious and Ingrate\n    You're now arrested at _Melissa_'s Suit.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Nulla pu\u00f2 ritenermi.\n\n    There's nothing shall, nor can detain me.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ti piegher\u00e0 il mio pianto.\n\n    My weeping surely will prevail.\n\nAmad.\n\n  H\u00f2 gi\u00e0 risolto.\n\n    I have resolved.\n\nMel.\n\n  I sospir;\n\n    And my Sighs;\n\nAmad.\n\n  Non gli apprezzo.\n\n    Are things on which I set no value.\n\nMel.\n\n  Adoprer\u00f2 Lusinghe.\n\n    Will Flatt'ry, or will Fawning please?\n\nAmad.\n\n  Solo l'ardor di Gloria, il cor mi tocca.\n\n    Nothing but thirst of Glory ever touch'd my Heart.\n\nMel.\n\n  E pur' so' ch' Oriana, il sen' t'accende.\n\n    And yet _Oriana_ I know has fir'd your Breast.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Dunque perche mi segui?\n\n    Why is't that thus you follow me?\n\nMel.\n\n  Crudel; perche t'adoro.\n\n    Because I adore you, cruel Man.\n\nAmad.\n\n  E se sdegno il tuo foco,\n  Come farai, ch' Io t'ami?\n\n    But seeing I disdain your Flames,\n    What can you do to make me love?\n\nMel.\n\n  Nella torre incantata, \u00e8 gia il tuo bene.\n  V\u00e0 dunque empio Spietato\n  Vanne \u00e0 colei che t'arde il cor; m\u00e0 pensa,\n  Che sdegnata Melissa,\n  Tutti i mostri d'Inferno,\n  Tutte l'Arpie pi\u00f9 fozze,\n  Cerbero, furie, fuoco, e fiamme appresta;\n  E pria che la riuale al' sen' t\u00f9 stringa,\n  Fr\u00e0 mille pene, Io ti vedr\u00f2 perire.\n\n    Your Dear's already in th' enchanted Tow'r;\n    Go impious, false and cruel, go\n    To her who has inflam'd your Heart, but know,\n    That now _Melissa_ (justly enrag'd)\n    Will soon raise all th' Infernal Monsters up,\n    All ugly Harpies shall approach,\n    _Cerberus_ and Furies, Fire and Flames appear.\n    And e'er you close my Rival in your Arms,\n    Replete with Anguish I shall see you expire.\n\nAmad.\n\n  L'Arti tue non faranno\n  Che accrescere al mio petto, e forza, e ardire.\n      Non s\u00e0 temere\n      Questo mio petto;\n      S'ardir l'Accende,\n      L'accende amor:\n      Sapr\u00e0 Vedere,\n      Odi\u00f2, e dispetto;\n      Strane vicende\n      Non teme il Cor'.\n          Non s\u00e0, &c.    [Parte.\n\n    All your dire Arts this only Effect will have\n    To add new Strength and Courage to my Soul.\n                [_He says that his Heart inflam'd with Love and\n                Courage fears nothing._    [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA IV.\n\n    SCENE IV.\n\nMelissa sola.\n\n    _Melissa_ alone.\n\n  Il' crudel' m'abbandona, e mi detesta;\n  Numi! e soffrire il deggio?\n  Ingrato; segui il foco, che t'arde\n  Segui l'amor, che ti consuma, \u00f2 Ingrato.\n  M\u00e0 in vano ti Lusinghi\n  Che l'arti mie sapran farti morire.\n  M\u00e0 cielo, e come!\n  Morir far\u00f2 chi vita \u00e8 di quest' alma?\n  Ah' che gi\u00e0 sento in petto\n  Che l'Odio, e l'ira v\u00e0 cangiando aspetto.\n\n    The Cruel Wretch forsakes me and detests me,\n    Ought I, (ye Heav'ns) to suffer this?\n    Follow, Ingrate, the Fire that burns you,\n    Follow the Love, Ingrate, that now consumes you.\n    You flatter still your self in vain,\n    My Arts can never fail to kill you.\n    But then, O Heav'ns! How can I do't?\n    Can I kill him, who Life gives to this Soul?\n    Ah! Now I feel within my Breast\n    That Wrath and Hate begin to change their Looks.----\n\n      Ah' spietato, e non ti moue\n      Un affetto si costante\n      Che per t\u00e8 mi f\u00e0 Languir?\n      M\u00e0 crudel t\u00f9 non sai come\n  Fai sdegnar' quest' alma amante\n  Che tu brami di tradir.\n          Ah' spietato, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            _She asks him if the constant Affection which makes her\n            languish, does not move him; and that he don't consider\n            how much his Cruelty provokes her amorous Soul, which he\n            desires to betray._    [Exit.\n\nSCENA V.\n\n    SCENE V.\n\nLoggia infiammata, che impedisce l'entrata della torre di Oriana.\n\n    A Porch in Flames, which hinder the entring into _Oriana's_ Tower.\n\nAmadigi, e Dardano.\n\n    _Amadis_ and _Dardanus_.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Risueglian' queste fiamme il mio Coraggio.\n  Abbattuti h\u00f2 gli mostri, e t\u00f9 il vedesti;\n  Or questa sola proua\n  Del' Braccio mio qui resta.\n  Ma! quai caratteri io veggio? Si legga.\n\n    These Flames awake and urge my Courage.\n    The Monsters I've o'erthrown: You Witness are;\n    Now here this one and only Proof\n    Of my brave Valour still remains untry'd.\n    But! What Characters are those I see? Read.\n\n              [Dardano Legge.\n\n                [_Dardanus_ reads.\n\nDard.\n\n  A un sol' le fiamme, \u00e8 di passar concesso;\n  Ch' egli \u00e8 l'Eroe pi\u00f9 forte,\n  Cui Scelse amor fra tanti\n  Per' quiui vnir, i due piu fidi Amanti.\n\n    To pass the Flames is granted but to one;\n    This one's the only valiant Heroe,\n    Which Love, 'mongst all Mankind hath chose\n    Here to unite the two most faithful Lovers.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Prencipe; or' si concosco\n  Che felice mi vuol' amica stella;\n  Se dopo tante pene,\n  Stringer potr\u00f2 al'mio sen' Oriana bella.\n\n    Now, Prince, I evidently see\n    Kind Stars will me a happy Mortal make,\n    If after suff'ring so much Pain\n    I once enjoy fair _Oriana_'s Arms.\n\n              [V\u00e0 per trauersar le Fiamme.\n\n                [He makes as if he would pass the Flames.\n\nDard.\n\n  Amadigi t' arresta,\n  E meco pria fauella.\n\n    Hold, _Amadis_,\n    And first discourse with me.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Che mai!\n\n    What can this mean?\n\nDard.\n\n  Io tuo riuale, e tuo Nemico sono,\n\n    I am your Rival and your Enemy.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Numi!\n\n    Oh Heav'ns!\n\nDard.\n\n  D'Oriana invaghito\n  M\u00e0 Sprezzato da lei, di te geloso,\n  Cercai di Lusingarti\n  Nell' Amor di Melissa;\n  La tua fuga Scopersi; e in vano oprai:\n  Or ch' all' Estremo de miei mali io giunsi,\n  Finger pi\u00f9 non si dee: Meco conuienti\n  Che tuo nemico, e tuo riual mi scopro\n  Prouar chi di noi si\u00e0 pi\u00f9 degno amante.\n\n    In Love with _Oriana_, but\n    Despis'd by her, and jealous grown of you.\n    I try'd by Flatt'ry and by Craft\n    T'inspire you in _Melissa_'s Love;\n    Your Flight I soon disclos'd; yet all in vain:\n    Now that my Ills are come to an Extream\n    No longer I'll dissemble; and to be plain,\n    Since I'm your Rival and declared Foe\n    We'll try which is most worthy of her Love.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Troppo nel pregio mio t\u00f9 parte hauesti.\n  Or sia del' fallo tuo pena bastante\n  Saper ch' Io sono il pi\u00f9 gradito amante.\n\n    Of all my Glories you have reap'd your Share,\n    For your Deceit, let it your Penance be\n    To know that I advance most in her Love.\n\n      Vado, Corro, al mio tesoro,\n      Non apprezzo il tuo furor;\n      Per un vago, e bel crin' d'oro\n      Foco, e fiamme, e poco al' Cor.\n          Vado, &c.\n\n            _He says he will fly to his Treasure in spight of\n            _Dardanus_'s Fury, and that to gain his Fair one Flames\n            and Fires is the least a Heart can suffer._\n\n              [Trauersa le fiamme.\n\n                [He passes through the Flames.\n\n\nSCENA VI.\n\n    SCENA VI.\n\nDardano solo.\n\n    _Dardanus_ alone.\n\nDard.\n\n  Deh ferma, oh' Dio! gi\u00e0 penetr\u00f2 la soglia;\n  Le seguir\u00f2 nel' foco:\n  M\u00e0; un Ignoto poter' me lo contrasta.\n  Si tenti ancor; non posso.\n  Dunque il vedr\u00f2 gioir s\u00f9 gl' occhi miei?\n  No; Melissa \u00e0 te aspetta\n  Far s\u00f9 L'empio per me, per te vendetta.\n\n    Hold, hold; oh God! the Threshold he has already enter'd;\n    Now through the Fire I'll follow him:\n    But; oh some unknown Pow'r detains my Steps.\n    I'll try again; I cannot stir.\n    Shall he rejoice before my Eyes?\n    No, no; _Melissa_, it ought to be thy Care\n    To see thy self and me, on this base Man reveng'd.\n\n      Agitato il cor mi sento,\n      Dall' affetto, e dal' furor;\n      Un riuale che pauento\n      F\u00e0 che peni questo Cor.\n          Agitato, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            He says he finds his Heart disturb'd both by Love and\n            Wrath; and that a Rival whom he fears, is the Cause of\n            all he suffers.    [Exit.\n\n              [La Loggia incantata si spezza, e cade al' suono di\n              strepitosa sinfonia; si oscura la Scena, con tuoni,\n              e Lampi, e si rischiara all' apparire d' Oriana, la quale\n              Comparisce circondata da Caualieri, e Dame incantate; e si\n              cangia la Scena in un bellissimo colonnato.\n\n                [The Enchanted Porch splits asunder and falls at the\n                Sound of a loud boisterous Simphony; the Scene darkens,\n                and it thunders and lightens, but clears up again at\n                the appearing of _Oriana_, who comes surrounded with\n                enchanted Knights and Ladies; and the Scene changes\n                into most beautiful Rows of Pillars.\n\n\nSCENE VII.\n\n    SCENE VII.\n\nAmadigi, Oriana, e truppa di Caualieri, e Dame incantate.\n\n    _Amadis_ and _Oriana_, and a great Company of Knights and Ladies.\n\nOri.\n\n  Cieli che fia? qual' rumore improuiso\n  Agit\u00f2 questo Luogo?\n  Ah' che veggio? Amadigi il mio bene.\n\n    What can this mean? What sudden rambling Noise\n    Made all this Place both shake and move?\n    Ah what do I see? 'tis my dear _Amadis_.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Io ti tolgo a gl'incanti\n  Ma il tuo bel volto Oriana\n  F\u00e0 che incantato io resti.\n\n    Though from Enchantments I have set you free,\n    Yet, dearest _Oriana_, your fair Face\n    Makes me remain a quite enchanted Man.\n\nOri.\n\n  Temo che inganno sia, di qui mirarti.\n\n    To see you here, I fear is some Deceit.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Temer non dei mia Cara:\n  Della cruda Melissa\n  L'arte per me f\u00f9 vana;\n  Bella al seno ti stringo.\n\n    Dearest, you have no Cause to fear:\n    Cruel _Melissa's_ direst Arts\n    By me have all abortive prov'd.\n    Fairest, I lodge thee in my Breast.\n\nOri.\n\n  S'Inganno egli \u00e8 dolce, \u00e8 per me l'inganno,\n  Amadigi; si pensi\n  Come da queste soglie tu mi torrai.\n\n    If 'tis Deceit, 'tis sweet Deceit to me.\n    'Tis time, kind _Amadis_, to think\n    What Means you'll use to free me from this Place.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Ostacol pi\u00f9 non v' \u00e8, Libera sei.\n\n    You're free; no farther Obstacle occurs.\n\nOri.\n\n  Dunque finiti sono, i pianti miei.\n\n    Why then, my Tears (at last) are at an End.\n\n      Gioie venite in sen'\n      Brillate nel mio Cor,\n      Che tutto il mio dolor,\n      Fugg\u00ec, spar\u00ec da me,\n      S' \u00e8 meco il caro ben'\n      Altro non curo no,\n      E sempre goder\u00f2\n      Caro mio ben' con t\u00e8.\n          Gioie, &c.\n\n            _She invokes all Joy to her Breast, affirming that all her\n            Sorrow is vanish'd, and that enjoying the Company of her\n            Dear she can want nothing._\n\nAmad.\n\n  In questo instante Io prouo\n  Di mia vita il piu grato, e bel Momento.\n\n    I in this Instant gladly enjoy\n    The best and happiest Moment of my Life.\n\nOri.\n\n  Amor: basta, non piu: troppo \u00e8 il contento.\n\n    Love, 'tis enough, no more; the Pleasure is too great.\n\nAmad.\n\n  La gioia opprime i sensi\n  E, \u00e0 t\u00e8 vicino \u00e0 bella\n  Divien' dolce d' Amor l'aspra quadrella.\n\n    Joys so compleat my Senses quite oppress,\n    And neighbouring now so near my Fairest,\n    The bitter Darts of Love, are all turn'd sweet.\n\n      E si dolce il mio contento,\n      E si grato il mio piacer;\n      Che nel seno io gi\u00e0 sento,\n      Che non v' \u00e8 pi\u00f9 che temer.\n          E si dolce, &c.\n\n            _He says, he feels sweet Pleasure and entire Content in\n            his Heart; that for the future he shall have nothing to\n            dread._\n\n              [Vanno a sedere e segue una Danza di Cavalieri, e Dame\n              incantate.\n\n                [They sit down; and there follows a Dance of inchanted\n                Knights and Ladies.\n\nOri.\n\n  Andianne ora mio ben', che pi\u00f9 si tarda?\n\n    Let's go, my Dear; what causes our Delay?\n\nAmad.\n\n  Prima convien', che \u00e1 preparar men' vada,\n  Quanto alla nostra fuga, ancor bisogna;\n  Attendi \u00f2 bella intanto\n  Nelle contigue stanze, il mio ritorno.\n\n    'Tis fit I first should go and get prepar'd\n    What-ever may be needful for our Flight;\n    In the mean-time, my Fairest, wait\n    In the next Chamber my Return.\n\nOri.\n\n  Vado, ma tosto riedi,\n  Che Lontana da t\u00e9 duro \u00e9 il soggiorno.\n\n    I go, but pray let your Return be soon,\n    For in your Absence no Abode can please.\n\n      O Caro mio tesor\n      Deh' presto torna \u00e1 m\u00e9,\n      E vieni \u00e1 consolar\n      Quest' alma amante;\n      Che non pu\u00f3 questo cor'\n      Esser Lontan da t\u00e9\n      Che bramo ogn' or mirar\n      Il tuo sembiante.\n          O Caro, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            _She intreats him to return with Speed to comfort her\n            loving Soul; because her Heart cannot be long from him,\n            for whose Sight she is always longing._    [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA VIII.\n\n    SCENE VIII.\n\nMelissa che sopragiunge, Dardano \u00e0 parte, e detti.\n\n    _Melissa_ who comes in suddenly. _Dardanus_ at a Distance, and the\n    aforesaid.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Cieli; numi, che miro?\n\n    Oh Heav'ns! O Gods! What do I see?\n\nDard.\n\n  (Ecco la mia vendetta.)\n\n    Now my Revenge draws near.    [Aside.\n\nMel.\n\n  Demoni, accorete\n  Qui si conduca Oriana.\n\n    Haste Devils, run, or rather fly,\n    And instantly bring _Oriana_ here.\n\n              [Vengono i Demoni, e portano Oriana.\n\n                [The Devils go and bring in _Oriana_.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Che mai sar\u00e1?\n\n    What can this mean?\n\nDard.\n\n  (Se la toglie all' riuale Io son contento.)\n\n    If she but takes her from my Rival I am content.    [Aside.\n\nMel.\n\n  Oriana si trasporti, oue il riual' l'attende.\n\n    Transport _Oriana_ where the Rival waits.\n\nDard.\n  (Or' si ch' Io son' contento.)    [Parte.\n\n    So, this is right, and I am now content.    [Aside.\n\nOri.\n\n  Melissa oh' Dio!\n\n    _Melissa!_ Oh ye Gods!\n\nAmad.\n\n  Io ti Soccorro.\n\n    I, to your Aid and Succour come.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ritenetelo o' furie.\n\n    Detain him Furies.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Oh' Numi!    [Parte Oriana.\n\n    Oh Heav'ns.    [Exit _Oriana_.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ora il furor, la rabbia, e l'ira mia\n  Distrugga queste mura, a t\u00e8 si Care:\n  Vanne altroue \u00e0 Lagnarti.\n  Il tuo riual gioisca al' tuo dolore,\n  E il Contento di lui, ti roda il Core.\n\n    Now shall my Fury, Wrath and fiercest Rage\n    Destroy these Walls, to thee so dear:\n    Go to some other to bemoan thy Ills.\n    At all thy Grief thy Rival shall rejoice,\n    And his Content shall wound and gnaw thy Heart.\n\n      Io godo Scherzo e rido\n      Crudel, nel tuo dolor;\n      T\u00f9 m' insegnasti infido\n      A dare affanni \u00e0 vn Cor.\n          Io godo, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            _She says she rejoices and laughs at his Sorrows; and that\n            his Unkindness to her has taught her to torment a Heart._\n\n                [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA IX.\n\n    SCENE IX.\n\nAmadigi solo.\n\n    _Amadis_ alone.\n\n  Ferma, deh' ferma oh' Dio!\n  Cruda furia d'inferno\n  Nata per tormentar due fidi Amanti;\n  Ascolta li miei pianti,\n  Rendimi il mio tesoro,\n  Che Cosi troppo \u00e8 fiero il mio Martoro.\n\n    Hold, hold, (Oh Gods!)\n    Hold cruel Furies of th' Infernal Lake,\n    Born to torment two faithful Hearts;\n    Listen this once unto my Tears;\n    Restore me back my only Treasure.\n    For thus; my Pains are much too great to bear.\n\n      O' Rendetemi il mio bene\n      Astri infidi,\n      O' pur' fatemi Morir;\n      Che non posso in tante pene\n      Io pi\u00f9 Viuere, e Soffrir.\n          O' Rendetemi, &c.\n\n            _He begs cruel Fate to restore him his Dear, or deprive\n            him of Life, because he cannot live and suffer so much._\n\n\n\n\nATTO II. SCENA I.\n\n    ACT II. SCENE I.\n\n\nLa Scena rappresenta un Giardino con un bellissimo Palazzo in distanza\nnel' mezzo del' quale si vede la Fontana del' vero Amore.\n\n    The Scene represents a Garden with a Magnificent Palace at a\n    Distance; in the midst of it is the Fountain of True Love.\n\nAmadigi solo.\n\n    _Amadis_ alone.\n\n  Io Ramingo men' vado\n  Per valli, e per foreste afflitto e solo,\n  Ne so doue mi volga incerto il piede.\n  M\u00e0; quiui appunto Io scorgo\n  D'Amor l'antro incantato\n  L'acque del' quale i dubi amanti accerta:\n  Voglio in esse Specchiarmi,\n  Per veder s'il mio ben fida \u00e8 in amarmi.\n\n    Thus wand'ring, I afflicted go\n    Through Vales and Forrests all alone;\n    Nor do I know how to direct my Steps.\n    But here this Instant I perceive\n    The fam'd inchanted Fountain of Love,\n    Whose Waters faithful Lovers undeceive:\n    In it I'll view my self, to see\n    Whether my Dear is faithful in her Love to me.\n\n      Sussurrate, onde vezzose\n      Limpidette consolate\n      Questo misero mio Cor;\n      E tu nume d'ogni affetto\n      Compatisci questo petto,\n      Ch' \u00e8 ripieno di dolor.\n          Sussurrate, &c.\n\n            _He invokes the pleasant Streams to comfort his miserable\n            Heart, as also the God of Love to pity his tormented Mind._\n\n              [Riguarda nella Fontana.\n\n                [He stands viewing himself in the fountain.\n\n  Numi che veggio? Oriana\n  Accarezza il riuale, e m\u00e8 disprezza!\n  Cruda, perfida, ingrata;\n  Mai pi\u00f9 di donna ascolter\u00f2 li pianti.\n  Ma gia m' opprime il core,\n  Della sua crudelt\u00e0 l'atro dolore.\n  Io manco, io mo----\n\n    Ye Gods what do I see? _Oriana_\n    Courting my Rival, and despising me!\n    False, cruel and ungrateful Maid;\n    I'll never more believe a Woman's Tears.\n    But now my Heart is quite opprest\n    With Sorrow which her Cruelty hath caus'd.\n    I faint, I die----\n\n              [Cade suenuto sopra un Sasso.\n\n                [He falls in a Swoon upon a Rock.\n\n\nSCENA II.\n\n    SCENE II.\n\nMelissa, e Detto.\n\n    _Melissa_ and _Ditto_.\n\nMel.\n\n  Suenne Amadigi dal' suo duolo oppresso:\n  Si risuegli dal' sonno.    [F\u00e0 i suoi Scongiuri.\n  Furie accorrete, e quiui\n  Oriana apportate\n  E premio all' loro amore\n  Sia lo sdegno, e rigor, odio, e dolore.    [Parte.\n\n    _Amadis_ faints and falls opprest with Grief,\n    I'll quickly rouse him from his Sleep;\n    Fly Furies, fly without Delay,    [She makes her Charms.\n    And hither _Oriana_ bring,\n    And of their Love, th' only Reward that be\n    Sorrow and Rigour, Hatred and Disdain.    [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA III.\n\n    SCENE III.\n\nOriana ed Amadigi.\n\n    _Oriana_ and _Amadis_.\n\nOri.\n\n  Cieli, che' sar\u00e0 mai?\n  Ecco il mio ben', m\u00e0! Oh' Dio!\n  Estinto \u00e8 l'idol mio!\n\n    O Heav'ns, what more am I to suffer?\n    I see my Love, but oh ye Gods!\n    The Idol of my Heart is dead.\n\n              [Si auuicina ad' Amadigi.\n\n                [She draws near to _Amadis_.\n\n  Amadigi; sole degl' occhi miei\n  Chi dai sensi ti priua? oh' ciel' non odi!\n  Spietatissima sorte:\n  Ah' che Melissa h\u00e0 dato \u00e0 lui la Morte,\n  E per Maggior tormento\n  Vuole che estinto io miri il mio Contento.\n\n    O _Amadis_, thou Brightness of my Eyes,\n    Who hath deprived thee of Sense? Oh Heav'ns!\n    He does not hear! O cruel Fate:\n    Ah, 'tis _Melissa_ has given him his Death;\n    And still my Torments to augment\n    She makes me Witness of my Joy's Decease.\n\n      S' estinto \u00e8 l' Idol' mio\n      Morire io voglio ancor;\n      Che Viuer non poss' Io\n      Con tanti affanni al' cor'.\n          S' estinto, &c.\n\n            _She says if her Lover is dead, that she will die also,\n            and is sure the great Sorrow of her Heart will deprive\n            her of Life._\n\n  M\u00e0 qual' scampo al mio affanno?\n  Si prenda il proprio ferro\n  Dell' estinto Consorte;    [V\u00e0 per prendere la spada di Amadigi.\n  Ed' Vnisca due Cori vna sol' Morte.\n\n    But what can give Remission to my Grief?\n    I'll take the Sword\n    Of my departed Spouse--    [She goes to take _Amadis_'s Sword.\n    And make Death unite two loving Hearts.\n\n              [Amadigi si risente.\n\n                [_Amadis_ recovers his Senses.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Chi mi sueglia dal' sonno?\n\n    Who is't that thus disturbs my Sleep?\n\nOri.\n\n  Amadigi mio ben? t\u00f9 viui e Spiri?\n\n    Dear _Amadis_, and dost thou live and breath?\n\nAmad.\n\n  Chi sei? che chiedi?\n\n    And who are you? What do you want?\n\nOri.\n\n  Non conosci Oriana?\n\n    Don't you your _Oriana_ know?\n\nAmad. (Si Leua)\n\n  Oriana!\n  Un infida, che per altri m' abborre?\n\n    _Oriana!_    [Rises.\n    A faithless Maid, who hates me for another's sake?\n\nOri.\n\n  Infida t\u00f9 mi chiami?\n\n    Faithless! is that the Name you give me?\n\nAmad.\n\n  Si; perfida, e crudele.\n\n    Yes; faithless, false, and cruel Maid.\n\nOri.\n\n  Che feci mai?\n\n    What have I ever done?\n\nAmad.\n\n  V\u00e0, chiedilo a t\u00e8 Stessa e lo saprai.\n\n    Ask but your self, and then you soon will know.\n\nOri.\n\n  Dunque quando credea\n  Che t\u00f9 ingrato mi amassi,\n  T\u00f9 cosi mi disprezzi?\n\n    Then I perceive that when I once believ'd\n    That you (ungrateful) bore me Love,\n    You even then despis'd me thus.\n\nAmad.\n\n  H\u00f2 magnanimo il core\n  E amar non s\u00f2 chi altrui promise Amore.\n\n    My Heart's too great to cherish Love.\n    For her whose Love is promis'd to another.\n\n      T' amai quant' il mio Cor\n      Gi\u00e0 seppe amarti;\n      Or' che t\u00f9 cangi amor\n      Io ti disprezzo;\n      Se cangio il mio desir,\n      Di m\u00e8 deb' non Lagnarti;\n      L' offese a non soffrir,\n      E il petto auvezze.\n          T' amai, &c.\n\n            _He says he has lov'd her as much as 'twas possible for a\n            Heart to love; but since she has chang'd her Affection,\n            he slights her; and that he ought not to complain, because\n            he was never us'd to put up an Offence._----\n\nOri.\n\n  Chi mai creduto hauria\n  Ch' Amadigi il mio ben' fosse crudele?\n\n    Who once cou'd ever have believ'd\n    That my Dear _Amadis_ shou'd cruel prove?\n\nAmad.\n\n  E chi creduto hauria\n  Che Oriana ver' m\u00e8 fosse infedele?\n\n    And who cou'd ever have believ'd\n    That _Oriana_ wou'd prove false to me?\n\nOri.\n\n  Infida t\u00f9 mi chiami,\n  Quand io t' adoro? ingrato;\n\n    How can you call me false\n    When I adore you? O Ingrate.\n\nAmad.\n\n  S\u00f2 che per' altri, \u00e8 il seno tuo piagato.\n\n    I know your Heart is wounded by another.\n\nOria.\n      Ti pentirai crudel'\n      D' hauermi offesa vn' di\n      Perfido, ingrato.\n      S' io ti seguii fedel\n      Sapr\u00f2 fuggirti ancor\n      Crudo Spietato.\n          Ti pentirai, &c.\n\n            _Oriana calls him false and cruel, and says he shall yet\n            repent the having offended her; and that if hitherto she\n            hath follow'd him, she'll now fly from him._\n\n              [Parte Oriana.\n\n                [Exit _Oriana_.\n\n\nSCENA IV.\n\n    SCENE IV.\n\nAmadigi, e poi Melissa.\n\n    _Amadis_ and afterwards _Melissa_.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Dunque colei, da cui\n  Speravo ogni conforto al'graue affanno\n  Cosi mi sprezza, e fugge?\n  E nel medesmo istante\n  Che fede mi giur\u00f2, di f\u00e8 mi manca?\n  Ed io viuo, e non moro?\n  Faccia pur' quest' acciaro\n  Ci\u00f2 che non puote il duolo.\n\n    Does even she (from whom\n    I hop'd all Comfort in my greatest Grief)\n    Thus slight me, thus avoid my Sight?\n    And in that Moment in which she\n    Had promis'd Faith to me, break all her Vows?\n    And do I live, and don't I dye?\n    Let then this pointed Steel perform\n    That which my Sorrows ne'er cou'd do.\n\n              [Vuol' uccidersi, m\u00e0 vien' trattenuto da Melissa, che\n              Soprag'iunge.\n\n                [He offers to kill himself, but is hinder'd by\n                _Melissa_, who comes suddenly to him.\n\nMel.\n\n  Fermati, e viui.\n\n    Hold, hold your Hand, and live.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Cruda Melissa; Lascia\n  Ch'io dia fine al mio duol' con la mia morte.\n\n    Cruel _Melissa_ hold me not,\n    Let me by Death give End unto my Grief.\n\nMel.\n\n  Puoi tue pene finir' senza morire.\n\n    Your Pains may end, and yet you need not die.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Benche \u00e0 m\u00e8 sia crudele\n  Quella per cui sospiro\n  A Lei sempre qual' fui, sar\u00f2 fedele.\n  Ne altro io da t\u00e8 bramo,\n  Che mi Lasci Morir', gi\u00e0 ch'io non t'amo.\n\n    Although she cruel is to me,\n    For whom I breath such Storms of Sighs,\n    Yet as I ever faithful was, I'll so remain.\n    Nor do I greater Boon of you request,\n    Than (since I cannot love you) that you'll let me dye.\n\nMel.\n\n  Io pi\u00f9 soffrir' nol posso.\n  Non sperar con la morte\n  Dar' fine alle tue pene;\n  Che prima ti conuien' alma spietata\n  Prouar quanto far' pu\u00f2 donna sdegnata.\n  Diuenga in questo Loco\n  Ogni placido aspetto, orrore, e foco.\n\n    This is too much for me to bear.\n    Hope not by Death\n    To end your Pains,\n    For e'er you end, 'tis just (you cruel Soul)\n    You taste how much offended Love can do.\n    Let all the pleasant Aspects that appear\n    Within this Place be Horror.\n\n              [La Scena si cangia in un antro orribile--\n\n                [The Scene changes into a horrible Cave.\n\n  E voi de miei furori.\n  Orridi essecutori\n  Accorrete \u00e0 punir, chi mi disprezza.\n\n    And you my furious Fiends,\n    Horrid Executioners of my Wrath,\n    Hasten to punish him, who thus does slight me.\n\n              [Dei Mostri Sortono dal' seno della terra, s'odono tuoni\n              nell' aria--\n\n                [Monsters ascend from the Bowels of the Earth; and\n                Thunder is heard in the Air.\n\nAmad.\n\n  L'anima, \u00e8 troppo auvezza\n  Alle pene, a gl' affanni;\n  E se credi con' questo\n  D' amollire il mio cor', folle t'inganni.\n\n    My Life has been too much inur'd\n    To Torments, Sufferings and Pains,\n    And if you think, with help of these\n    To mollifie my Heart, vain Woman, you're deceived.\n\nMel.\n\n  Cessate, omai cessate\n  Che pi\u00f9 graui tormenti, a lui preparo.\n  Circondatelo \u00f2 furie    [Le Furie lo circondano.\n  Vedr\u00e0 nelle mie soglie\n  Ci\u00f2 che nel' fonte ei vide:\n  Vu\u00f2 ch' il suo duolo, al mio divenga eguale\n  E colei che l'adora, ami il riuale.\n\n    Cease then, O cease;\n    For him far greater Torments I prepare.\n    Surround him Furies ev'ry way:    [The Furies surround him.\n    He soon shall see within these bounds\n    That, which he in the Fountain saw:\n    I'll make his Grief full equal unto mine,\n    And she whom he adores, shall love his Rival.\n\n        _\u00e0 due_\n      Crudel t\u00f9 non farai\n      Ch' il tuo rigor gi\u00e0 mai,\n      Perturbi la costanza;\n\nAmad. } a 2 { Ho' petto    } Da soffrire.\nMel.  }     { Si hai petto }\n\n        _\u00e0 2_\n      Ogn' aspro, e rio Martire,\n\nAmad. } a 2 { Non temo il tuo } rigor\nMel.  }     { Torro col' mio  }\n\nAmad. } a 2 { Ne tua possanza\nMel.  }     { La tua speranza.\n\n          Crudel, &c.    [Partono.\n\n            They both sing a Duo: She threatens, and he seems void\n            of Fear.    [Exeunt _Ambo_.\n\n\nSCENA V. Palazzo di Melissa.\n\n    SCENE V. Palazzo di Melissa.\n\n    SCENE V. The Palace of _Melissa_.\n\nDardano solo.\n\n    _Dardanus_ alone.\n\nDard.\n\n  D' vn' suenturato amante\n  Prouo tutte le pene in questo petto.\n  Ama Oriana Amadigi, e me disprezza:\n  Mi promette Melissa\n  Conforto al mio tormento,\n  M\u00e0 tardi Veggio oh' Dio,\n  Ch' \u00e8 vano ogni potere, al' duolo mio:\n\n    In this my Breast too sensibly I feel,\n    Of an unhappy Lover, all the Pains.\n    _Oriana_ adores this _Amadis_, and me she slights:\n    _Melissa_ indeed doth promise me\n    To comfort my tormented Mind,\n    But now too late I see, Oh Gods,\n    That all her Pow'r can ne'er redress my Grief.\n\n      Pena tiranna\n      Io sento al core,\n      Ne spero mai\n      Trouar piet\u00e0;\n      Amor m'affanna\n      E il mio dolore\n      In tanti guai\n      Pace non h\u00e0.\n          Pena tiranna, &c.\n\n            _He says, he feels a Tyrannous Pain at his Heart, and\n            never expects to find Pity, Quiet or Relief._\n\n              [Mentre vuol' partire vien ritenuto da Melissa.\n\n                [As he is departing, he is detain'd by _Melissa_.\n\n\nSCENA VI.\n\n    SCENE VI.\n\nMelissa, e detto.\n\n    _Melissa_ and _Dardanus_.\n\nMel.\n\n  Arresta \u00f2 Prence.\n  Quivi fr\u00e0 breui istanti\n  Vedrai quella che adori\n  Mite a gl' affanni tuoi,\n  Ne pi\u00f9 qual' gi\u00e0 solea aspra, e crudele.\n\n    Stay Prince,\n    For here you instantly shall see\n    The Lady you adore\n    Made mild and pliant by your Grief,\n    And now no more (as formerly) severe.\n\nDard.\n\n  Com ci\u00f2 sia?\n\n    But how can it be brought to pass?\n\nMel.\n\n  Con Incantati giri\n  Cangiai tue forme; e \u00e0 i Lumi d' Oriana\n  Non pi\u00f9 di Tracia il Prence,\n  M\u00e0, Amadigi parrai;\n  E inuisibili a lui ambi sarete.\n\n    By my enchanting Lines and Circles\n    I've chang'd your Form; and unto _Oriana_'s Eyes,\n    No more the Prince of _Thrace_,\n    But _Amadis_, you shall appear.\n    And both of you shall be invisible to him.\n\nDard.\n\n  E \u00e0 che giouar ci\u00f2 deue?\n\n    Of what Advantage will this prove?\n\nMel.\n\n  Che t'mer\u00e0 colei, che tanto adori.\n\n    That she shall love you, whom you so adore.\n\nDard.\n\n  M\u00e0 sott' altro sembiante.\n\n    But in the Likeness of another.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ancor che per inganno,\n  Piace l'essere amato, \u00e0 un' core amante.\n\n    Though by Deceit it be perform'd,\n    Yet still a Lover's pleas'd in being lov'd again.\n\n      Se t\u00f9 brami di godere\n      Lascia pur' \u00e0 m\u00e8 il pensiere\n      Ch' Io contento ti far\u00f2;\n      Non haurai pi\u00f9 tanti affanni\n      Ed' il fine de tuoi danni\n      Io con pace mirer\u00f2;\n          Se t\u00f9 brami, &c.    [Parte.\n\n                _She bids him, if he aims at Joy, to leave the\n                Management of all to her; and she will make him\n                content; that he shall have no more Trouble of Mind,\n                but that all shall end in Peace._     [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA VII.\n\n    SCENE VII.\n\nDardano solo.\n\n  M\u00e0 se questo non basta\n  A mitigar la pena mia crudele,\n  Altra strada si tenti.\n  Sar\u00e0 di questo ferro,\n  Scopo, chi \u00e8 la caggion' d'ogni mia doglia\n  E i Lacci del suo amor, lo sdegno scioglia.\n\n    But yet if this be not enough\n    To mitigate my cruel Pain,\n    I'll try another way:\n    He that occasions all my Grief\n    Shall be the Butt, at which this Steel shall aim,\n    My Wrath shall soon unloose his strongest ties of Love.\n\n\nSCENA VIII.\n\n    SCENE VIII.\n\nOriana, e detto, da essa creduto Amadigi.\n\n    _Oriana_, and the aforesaid, who by her is suppos'd to be\n    _Amadis_.\n\nOri.\n\n  Amadigi mio ben', deh' quando mai\n  Finirai di dar pene al' core amante?\n  Deh! dimmi, in che t'offesi?\n\n    My dearest _Amadis_; Ah when will you\n    Finish the Anguish of my loving Heart?\n    Oh! tell me in what I have offended you!\n\nDard. (a parte.)\n  (In che t'offesi!\n  Da m\u00e8 ci\u00f2 non si seppe;\n  L'arte assista l'inganno, \u00f2 son' scoperto.)\n\n    In what I have offended you!\n    I never thought of such a thing,\n    Let Art assist Deceit, or I'm discover'd.    [Aside.\n\nOri.\n\n  Contami la caggion dell'ira tua;\n\n    Tell me the Reason of your Anger.\n\nDard.\n\n  Bella; i trascorsi dell' labro\n  Non giungono nel cor di chi ben' Ama.\n\n    Fairest, the sudden Slips of Speech\n    Ne'er reach the Heart of him that loves.\n\nOri.\n\n  Se t'offesi perdona;\n  F\u00f9 inuolontaria colpa,\n  Se f\u00f9 colpa la mia.\n\n    If I've offended, pardon me;\n    'T was an involuntary Crime,\n    If Crime at all mine can be call'd.\n\nDard.\n\n  Il rammentarmi dei passati errori,\n  Arrossir f\u00e0 le gote,\n  Pi\u00f9 di ci\u00f2 non si parli.\n\n    The bare Remembrance of my former Faults\n    Into Vermillion turn my Cheeks;\n    And on this Subject, let's discourse no more.\n\nOri.\n\n  Cesse Melissa; e si compiace anch' essa,\n  Del reciproco affetto.\n\n    _Melissa_ is quiet, and seems now well pleas'd\n    At our reciprocal Amours.\n\nDard.\n\n  Dunque mio ben', sei mia?\n\n    And are you then, my Dearest, mine?\n\nOri.\n\n  Ostacol' pi\u00f9 non trouo \u00e0 i nostri ardori.\n\n    I see no farther hindrance to our Flames.\n\nDard.\n\n  Or' sian' dunque beati, i nostri amori.\n\n    Then happy is our Love become at last.\n\n      T\u00f9 mia speranza,\n      T\u00f9 mio conforto,\n      Sei di quest'alma,\n      L' amato ben';\n      La mia costanza\n      E giunta in porto\n      Ed' h\u00f2 la palma\n      Del' tuo bel' sen!\n          Dolce, &c.\n\n            _He calls her the Hope and Comfort of His Soul, and that\n            his Constancy is arriv'd at the desired Port, and has\n            obtain'd the Victory of her Heart._\n\n              [Finita l'aria Amadigi attrauersa la Scena senza veder\n              Dardano, da cui e per\u00f2 veduto, e lo segue adirato.\n\n                [At the End of this Air, _Amadis_ crosses the Stage,\n                without seeing _Dardanus_, tho' _Dardanus_ perceives\n                him and follows him in a Passion.\n\nDard.\n\n  M\u00e0 qui il riual? si vendichi l'offesa.    [Parte.\n\n    My Rival here? I'll now revenge th' Offence!    [Exit.\n\nOri.\n\n  Cosi mi Lascia, e parte?\n  Sento strepito d'armi; e che sar\u00e0?\n\n    Does he depart, and leave me thus?\n    Clashing of Swords I hear; what can this be?\n\n              [Si sente rumore di armi.\n\n                [Clashing of Swords is heard.\n\n\nSCENA IX.\n\n    SCENE IX.\n\nMelissa che sorte furiosa, e detta.\n\n    _Melissa_ who comes in a Fury, and _Oriana_.\n\nMel.\n\n  Cieli; numi! Soccorso; astri crudeli.\n\n    Heav'ns! Gods! some Succour send. O cruel Stars.\n\nOri.\n\n  Che t'affligge \u00f2 Melissa?\n\n    O _Melissa_, what afflicts you?\n\nMel.\n\n  Ascolta; quel che poc' anzi\n  Amadigi parea di Tracia, \u00e8 il Prence;\n  Che veduto Amadigi\n  Corse per tor la vita al' suo riuale.\n\n    Listen to what I say: He who just now\n    Appear'd like _Amadis_, is Prince of _Thrace_;\n    Who seeing _Amadis_ approach\n    Ran to deprive his Rival of his Life.\n\nOri.\n\n  Numi; che ascolto!\n\n    Ye Gods, what do I hear!\n\nMel.\n\n  Egli Amadigi assale\n  Il d\u00ec cui braccio inuitto\n  D'un colpo ch'il difende\n  H\u00e0 il suo riual' trafitto:\n  Mira col\u00e0; di Tracia il Prence estinto.\n\n    He first assaulted _Amadis_,\n    Whose valiant and unvanquish'd Arm\n    With one bold Stroke preserv'd himself\n    And pierc'd his Rival through:\n    See there, the now deceased _Thracian_ Prince.\n\nOri.\n\n  Or tu forse m'inganni;\n\n    Perhaps in this you still deceive me.\n\nMel.\n\n  Pi\u00f9 Ingannar non ti voglio.\n  Troppo sian' veri\n  Quelli che a voi preparo aspri tormenti.\n\n    I never will deceive you more;\n    Too true the Torments shall appear,\n    And those most sharp, which I prepare for you.\n\nOri.\n\n  Barbara, e che ti feci?\n\n    O barb'rous Wretch, what have I done to you?\n\nMel.\n\n  M'involasti un amante.\n\n    You stole my Lover from me.\n\nOri.\n\n  Colpa mia gia non f\u00f9!\n\n    That was no Fault of mine,\n\nMel.\n\n  Sia tuo l'affanno.\n\n    But yet the Torment shall be yours.\n\nOri.\n\n  Ti puniranno i Numi;\n\n    The Gods will punish you.\n\nMel.\n\n  Trema per me Cocito.\n\n    I can make th'Abyss to tremble.\n\nOri.\n\n  Il' ciel' gl' empi condanna.\n\n    Just Heav'n condemns the Wicked.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ma esseguisce l'inferno.\n\n    But it is Hell that executes.\n\nOri.\n\n  Gioue per te s'adira.\n\n    And _Jove_ himself with you will angry be.\n\nMel.\n\n  Se non cessi d'amarlo.\n\n    And if you don't forbear to love him--\n\n              [La Minaccia.\n\n                [She threatens her.\n\nOri.\n\n  L'amer\u00f2 sin' che ho vita.\n\n    I'll always love him whilst I live.\n\nMel.\n\n  Morrai, se non v' assenti,\n\n    You'll surely die, if do not yield.\n\nOri.\n\n  Ascolta--\n  Perfida incantatrice, empia Megera\n  Tesifone d'Inferno, Arpia del' mondo;\n  T\u00f9 ben' veder potrai\n  Guizzar nell'aria i pesci;\n  Gl' augei volar nell'onde;\n  Farsi gelido il fuoco,\n  Brugiar il gelo, ed' appianarsi i monti,\n  E alle nubi salir, le valli, e gl'antri;\n  M\u00e0 far' gi\u00e0 non potrai\n  Ch' il feruido desio\n  Mai si stanchi d'amar l'Idolo mio.\n\n    Hear me\n    Perfidious Sorceress, impious _Megera_\n    Hell's _Tesiphon_, and Harpye of the World;\n    I full well know you can with Ease\n    Make Fishes swim and slide in th' Air,\n    All winged Birds to flye amidst the Waves;\n    Congeal the Fire and make it freeze,\n    Cause Ice to burn, and Mountains level make,\n    And raise up to the Clouds both Vales and Caves:\n    But you can never bring to pass\n    That th' ardent Longings of my Soul\n    Do ever cease to love the Idol of my Heart.\n\nMel.\n\n  Son sorda a i detti tuoi.\n\n    I am quite deaf to what you say.\n\n              [Vuol partire ma Oriana la ritiene.\n\n                [She is going off, but is detain'd by _Oriana_.\n\nOri.\n      Affannami,\n      Tormentami,\n      E' vano il tuo rigor;\n      Si vago, \u00e8 l'Idol mio\n      Che di cangiar desio,\n      Non ha potere il cor.\n          Affanni, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            _She says, though _Melissa_ afflicts and torments her,\n            yet all her Rigour is in vain, and that her Dearest is\n            so lovely, that her Heart can never alter its Affection._\n\n                [Exit _Oriana_.\n\n\nSCENA X.\n\n    SCENE X.\n\nMelissa sola.\n\n    _Melissa_ alone.\n\n  Mi deride l'amante,\n  La riuale mi sprezza;\n  Ed' io lo soffro \u00f2 stelle?\n  N\u00f2; Non sar\u00e0 gi\u00e0 mai\n  Ch' Io perda il mio vigor fr\u00e0 pene, e guai.\n\n    My Lover now derides me,\n    And by my Rival I'm despis'd;\n    And do I suffer this, O Stars?\n    No, no, it ne'er shall be, that I\n    My Courage lose, opprest by Grief and Woe.\n\n      Dester\u00f2 dall' empia Dite\n      Ogni furia, a farui guerra\n      Crudi, perfidi si, si;\n      Ombre tetre, omai sortite\n      Dall' auello che vi serra\n      A' dar pene,\n      A colui che mi scherni.\n          Destero, &c.\n\n            _She says she'll raise every Fury to make War against\n            _Amadis_ and _Oriana_, whom she calls cruel and perfidious,\n            and commands the blackest Ghosts to ascend from their\n            Dungeons to torment those who slight her._\n\n\n\n\nATTO III. SCENA I.\n\n\nPalazzo di Melissa.\n\n    The Palace of _Melissa_.\n\nOriana condotta da Demoni.\n\n    _Oriana_ brought in by Devils.\n\n  Doue mi guida il fato mio tiranno!\n  Qui Melissa mi vuol? qui mi condanna\n  A soffrir' pene, e affanni?\n  E che mai feci \u00f2 sorte?\n  Perche adoro Amadigi,\n  Deggio dunque hauer Morte?\n  Si, si, neri Ministri\n  D'una furia d' Averno,\n  D' una infida Megera\n  Conducetemi pur, doue v'addita,\n  Che per caggion' si cara\n  Troppo sia dolce \u00e0 m\u00e8 perder la vita.\n\n    Where am I hurry'd by my cruel Fate!\n    Is't here _Melissa_ waits me? Is't here she condemns me\n    To suffer Sorrow, Pain and Grief?\n    What is't, O Fate, that I've committed?\n    Because I _Amadis_ adore,\n    Must I therefore be put to Death?\n    Yes, yes, ye gloomy Ministers\n    Of that fierce Fury of th' avernal Lake,\n    Of that most faithless vile _Megera_,\n    Carry me now where she commands ye;\n    For, for so dear a Cause as this,\n    'Twill be a Pleasure to lay down my Life.\n\n      Dolce vita del mio petto\n      Io per t\u00e8 Morr\u00f2 beata;\n      E pi\u00f9 puro haur\u00f2 L'affetto\n      Di quest' alma suenturata.\n          Dolce, &c.    [Parte.\n\n            _She says she shall be happy in dying for him who is the\n            Life of her Heart; and that such a Death will heighten her\n            Affection._    [Exit.\n\n\nSCENA II.\n\n    SCENE II.\n\nIl Teatro rappresenta un Antro destinato a gl' Incanti di Melissa.\n\n    The Stage represents a Cave appointed for the Enchantments of\n    _Melissa_.\n\nMelissa sola.\n\n    _Melissa_ alone.\n\nMel.\n\n  Sento, ne s\u00f2 che sia\n  Agitato il pensier, e mesto il core;\n  E ingombra l'alma mia pena, e timore;\n  Forse perche preparo\n  All' ingrato Amadigi acerba morte?\n  M\u00e0 che ci posso far, se pi\u00f9 l'adoro\n  Quanto pi\u00f9 m'abborrisce!\n  Egli a ci\u00f2 mi costringe.\n  Amadigi qui venga,\n  E seco Oriana caggion del' mio tormento\n  Ch' oppressa dall' rigor' gi\u00e0 l'alma lo sento.\n\n    I feel (but don't the Reason know)\n    My Thoughts disturb'd, my Heart grown sad,\n    And ev'n my Soul opprest with Grief and Fear,\n    Is it perhaps because I now prepare\n    For ingrate _Amadis_ a cruel Death?\n    But yet how can I help it, when the more\n    He hates me; just so much the more I love him!\n    Thus he constrains me to proceed.\n    Let _Amadis_ be hither brought,\n    And with him _Oriana_ who causes all my Pains,\n    For now I feel my Soul opprest by Rigour.\n\n      Vanne Lungi dal' mio petto\n      Vano amor, ch' Io vu\u00f2 vendetta;\n      Non dar\u00f2 mai pi\u00f9 ricetto,\n      A un' amabile saetta.\n          Vanne, &c.\n\n            _She bids vain Love be gone from her Breast, because she\n            will harbour nothing but Revenge, and will never more give\n            Admittance to any amorous Dart._\n\n\nSCENA III.\n\n    SCENE III.\n\nI Demoni Conducono Amadigi, ed' Oriana incatenati e detta.\n\n    The Devils bring in _Amadis_ and _Oriana_, both in Chains, and\n    the abovesaid.\n\nOri.\n\n  Se t'offese Oriana\n  Ella sol' si punisca.\n\n    If _Oriana_ hath offended you\n    Let only her be punished.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Se ti sprezza Amadigi\n  Egli sol' merta pena.\n\n    If _Amadis_ hath slighted you\n    He only ought to suffer pain.\n\nMel.\n\n  E pene, e morte haurai, da t\u00e8 principio.\n\n    Both pain and death you'll have; but I begin with you.\n\n              [V\u00e0 per ferire Amadigi.\n\n                [She is going to wound _Amadis_.\n\nOri.\n\n  Numi, aita, soccorso.\n\n    O Heav'ns, aid and succour us.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ma; che nuoua pietade\n  Mi passeggia nel' petto?\n  Perfido traditore\n  La tua morte vorrei, m\u00e0 il cor nol' vuole.\n\n    But what new Pity now invades\n    And takes Possession of my Breast?\n    Unfaithful Traytor,\n    I'd be thy Death, but that my Heart wont give me leave.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Ah! che non gioua a m\u00e8 la tua pietade,\n  Mentre ch' io temo oh' Dio\n  Per Oriana il mio ben', per l'Idol mio.\n\n    Ah, but your Pity gives me no Relief,\n    So long as I'm in fear, Oh Gods!\n    For my dear Idol, _Oriana_'s sake.\n\nMel.\n\n  Ed' ancor t\u00f9 m' inriti!\n  T' uccider\u00f2 nel' cor di lei spietato.\n\n    And do you still my Passion irritate?\n    O cruel Man, I'll stab thee in her Heart.\n\n              [V\u00e0 per' uccidere Oriana.\n\n                [She offers to stab _Oriana_.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Ah' ferma!\n\n    Ah, hold your Hand!\n\nOri.\n\n  No' Melissa\n  Salua il mio ben', ed' io contenta moro.\n\n    No, no, _Melissa_,\n    Spare but my Dear, and I'll contented die.\n\nMel.\n\n  M\u00e0, no; sia troppo breue\n  Questa pena \u00e0 un ingrato;\n  Dar\u00f2 con' mille morti\n  A lei pene, a t\u00e8 affanni, e a m\u00e8 conforto.\n\n    But, no that Agony would be\n    Too short for an ungrateful Man;\n    I, with a thousand Deaths will give\n    Pain to her, Grief to you, and Comfort to my self.\n\nAmad. ed Ori. _\u00e0 2_\n\n    _Amad._ and _Ori._ sing _a Duo_.\n\n      Cangia al' fine il tuo rigore\n      Senti oh' Dio di noi piet\u00e0;\n      Deh' ti muoua il mio dolore,\n      Troppo usasti crudelt\u00e0.\n          Cangia, &c.\n\n            _Intreating _Melissa_ to abate her Rigour, and take\n            Compassion on them, and be mov'd at their Sufferings,\n            having already us'd too much Cruelty._\n\nMel.\n\n  N\u00f2, n\u00f2; ho gi\u00e0 risolto.\n  Ombra del suo riuale\n  Prencipe sfortunato,\n  In Virt\u00f9 de miei detti\n  Sorti dal' Regno Oscuro\n  E qui meco t'unisci a far vendetta\n  Del' mio amor, del tuo amor, del' nostro oltraggio.\n\n    No, no, I am resolv'd.\n    O you his Rival's Ghost,\n    Unhappy Prince,\n    In Vertue of these Words,\n    From the dark Kingdom, now come forth,\n    And here unite with me, that we may both\n    Revenge my Love, your Love, and both our Wrongs.\n\n\nSCENA IV.\n\n    SCENE IV.\n\nOmbra del' Prencipe di Tracia, e detti.\n\n    The Ghost of the Prince of _Thrace_, and the aforesaid.\n\nOmb.\n\n    _Ghost._\n\n  Han' penetrato i detti tuoi l'Inferno.\n  E i numi; nemici all' ingiustitia\n  Proteggon contro t\u00e8 due fidi amanti;\n  E per' maggior mia pena\n  Voglion ch' io ti rammenti,\n  Ch' \u00e8 giunta pur la fin' dei lor' tormenti.\n\n    Thy Words have penetrated Hell.\n    And all the Gods (averse to what's unjust)\n    Protect, in spight of thee, these faithful Lovers;\n    And, for my greater Punishment,\n    Command that I should let thee know,\n    That all their Torments now are near their End.\n\n              [Sparisce l'ombra.\n\n                [The Ghost disappears.\n\n\nSCENA V.\n\n    SCENE V.\n\nAmadigi, Melissa, ed Oriana.\n\n    _Amadis_, _Melissa_ and _Oriana_.\n\nMel.\n\n  Cieli ingiusti, e inclementi\n  Dunque a voi soli sia\n  La vendetta concessa?\n\n    O Heav'ns inclement and unjust,\n    And is the Pow'r then to revenge\n    Granted to none but you alone?\n\nOri.\n\n  A che mai si risolue?\n\n    What more can she resolve to do?\n\nAmad.\n\n  Io temo ancora.\n\n    I'm still afraid.\n\nMel.\n\n  M\u00e0 che!\n  Muoia la mia riuale.\n\n    But what!\n    Now let my Rival die.\n\n              [Vuol' uccidere Oriana, m\u00e0 si sente ritenere.\n\n                [She offers to kill _Oriana_, but finds her self\n                detained.\n\n  Chi il pi\u00e8 m' arresta, \u00f2 stelle?\n  Ah' che voi proteggete infidi numi\n  Una copia felice;\n  Io sola suenturata\n  Cielo, e Inferno mi aborre:\n  Morir si de\u00e8; si muoia.\n\n    What is't detains my Feet? Oh Stars!\n    Ah wicked Gods, 'tis you protect\n    This too too happy Pair,\n    I only am Unfortunate,\n    Both Heav'n and Hell abhor me:\n    I ought to die, and die I will.\n\n              [Si ferisce con un' stile.\n\n                [She wounds her self with a Ponyard.\n\n  Addio crudo Amadigi\n  Spira la tua nemica, anzi l'amante;\n  Godi del' mio morir barbaro ingrato.\n  Gi\u00e0 il pi\u00e8 vacilla, e il Lume;\n  Ed' un freddo mortal gi\u00e0 mi sorprende\n  Felice \u00e8 la mia morte\n  S'un tuo sospir compiange la mia sorte.\n      Io gi\u00e0 sento l'alma in sen'\n      Che da me partendo v\u00e0--.\n\n    O cruel _Amadis_ adieu,\n    Your Enemy (or rather Lover) dies.\n    Barb'rous, Ingrate, rejoice now at my Death;\n    My Feet do tremble and so does my Sight,\n    And mortal Cold my Members all doth seize:\n    Yet still my Death would happy be\n    If one kind Sigh of yours would but bemoan my Fate.\n    I feel my Soul within my Breast\n    Forcing its way, just ready to depart.\n\n              [Cade sopra un sasso e muore.\n\n                [She falls down and dies.\n\nOri.\n\n  Che Orrore.\n\n    What Horrour!\n\nAmad.\n\n  Infelice Melissa.\n\n    Unhappy _Melissa_.\n\nOri.\n\n  M\u00e0 che ascolto!\n\n    But what is this I hear!\n\nAmad.\n\n  Che sento!\n  Qual' chiarore improviso abbaglia i Lumi?\n\n    What is it I perceive,\n    What sudden Light is this, that dazzles thus my Eyes?\n\nOri.\n\n  Or' si che ci protegge il Cielo, e i Numi.\n\n    Now I'm convinc'd that Heav'n and Gods protect us.\n\n              [L'antro si cangia in un bellissimo Palazzo, e dopo breue\n              ed' allegra sinfonia discende un carro coperto da Nubi,\n              nel quale si vede L'Incantatore Orgando Zio d'Oriana.\n\n                [The Cave changes into a beautiful Palace; and after\n                a short, but pleasant Simphony, a Chariot descends\n                covered with Clouds, in which appears the Enchanter\n                _Orgando_, Uncle to _Oriana_.\n\n\nSCENA VI.\n\n    SCENE VI.\n\nOrgando, e detti.\n\n    _Orgando_ and the abovesaid.\n\nOrg.\n\n  Son' finiti i tormenti, omai si goda;\n  Il' Ciel che vi protegge\n  Vuol' che cessin' gl' Incanti;\n  E con' dolci sponsali\n  S'Uniscan' con le destre i cori amanti.\n\n    Your Torment's ended, now you shall rejoice;\n    The Pious Heav'ns which protect you,\n    Command that all Enchantments cease;\n    And with sweet Matrimonial Rites\n    Let your Right Hands unite two loving Hearts.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Cara la man' ti stringo.\n\n    My dearest, thus I press thy Hand.\n\nOri.\n\n  Pi\u00f9 dolce \u00e8 inaspettato un gran' contento.\n\n    Joy unexpected always is most sweet.\n\nAmad.\n\n  Or' ti ringratio Amor del mio tormento.\n  Cara mia sposa adesso\n  Ogni nube spari d'atro dolore,\n  S'Orgando, e il Dio d'amore\n  Con pi\u00f9 soavi incanti\n  Unisce i due pi\u00f9 fidi, e casti amanti.\n\n    Now Love, ev'n for my Pains, I give the Thanks.\n    This present Instant, dearest Spouse,\n    All Clouds of cruel Grief are vanisht quite,\n    For, kind _Orgando_ and the God of Love\n    With an Enchantment much more sweet,\n    Two chaste and faithful Lovers now unites.\n\n      Sento la gioia\n      Ch' in sen' mi brilla\n      E gi\u00e0 scintilla\n      Nel' ciel la stella\n      Del' Dio d'Amor;\n      Sar\u00f2 beato\n      Con' t\u00e8 mia bella,\n      E amico il fato\n      Gi\u00e0 mi promette\n      Contento al' Cor.\n          Sento la gioia, &c.\n\n            _He says that Joy sparkles in his Breast, as _Cupid_'s\n            Star does in the Heav'ns; and that he shall be happy with\n            _Oriana_, because Friendly Fate promises him his Heart's\n            Content._\n\n              [Orgando disceso dal suo carro.\n\n                [_Orgando_ descended from the Chariot, says.\n\nOrg.\n\n  Godete omai felici\n  O fortunati sposi;\n  E qual gi\u00e0 preparai\n  Danze campestri, e Magica Armonia\n  Qui del vostro goder preludio sia.\n\n    Rejoice at last and happy be,\n    O lucky Bridegroom and your Bride,\n    To celebrate your Nuptials I've prepar'd\n    A Rural Dance, and Magick Harmony,\n    To serve for Prelude to your future Joys.\n\nCORO.\n\n    _CHORUS._\n\n      Godete \u00f2 Cori amanti\n      Che non v'\u00e8 pi\u00f9 dolor;\n      Cangiato ha' i vostri pianti\n      In riso il Dio d'Amor.\n\n        Rejoice O loving Hearts\n        For no more Grief remains,\n        The God of Love hath chang'd\n        Your Weeping into Smiles.\n\nA 2 Amadigi ed' Oriana.\n\n    A Duo sung by _Amadis_ and _Oriana_.\n\n      Or si m'alletti\n      Speranza del' mio sen';\n      Non piu' Velen'\n      M\u00e0 sol' diletti\n      Io prouo in questo Cor.\n\n        Yes now I am pleas'd,\n        Dear Hope of my Heart.\n        Enchantments are vanquish'd\n        All tends to Delight\n        To please our Hearts.\n\nCORO.\n\n    _CHORUS._\n\n      Godete \u00f2 Cori amanti\n      Che non v'\u00e8 pi\u00f9 dolor;\n      Cangiato ha i vostri pianti\n      In riso il Dio d'Amor.\n\n        Rejoice O loving Hearts\n        For no more Grief remains,\n        The God of Love hath chang'd\n        Your Weeping into Smiles.\n\nBallo di Pastori, e Pastorelle, e Finisce l'Opera.\n\n    A Dance of Shepherds and Shepherdesses.\n\n        _End of the OPERA._\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n           *       *       *       *\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n[Errors and Anomalies:\n\nThe original text alternated between Italic and Roman type; in this\ne-text, longer passages were left unmarked to minimize confusion.\n\nItalian: songs/dialogue in italics; everything else roman\nEnglish: songs/dialogue roman; everything else, including aria\nsummaries, in italics; character names emphasised (\"other\" font)\n\nAll variation between u and v, both capital and lower-case, is as\nin the original. The italic font used an unambiguous U, an unambiguous\nV-- and, on three occasions, an \"in-between\" form that most closely\nresembles lower-case italic v, but here seems to be meant for U:\n    [U]nkindness to her has taught her to torment a Heart.\n    [U]n infida, che per altri m' abborre?\n    ...the Enchanter _Orgando_, [U]ncle to _Oriana_.\n\n\nItalian:\n\nChe gi\u00e0 troppo contrarie\n  _text reads_ gia'\n\nPi\u00f9 cerca ella piacermi, io pi\u00f9 la sprezzo.\n  _text reads_ Piu' cerca\n\nsi oppongono alla partenza / di Amadigi.\n  _text reads_ Amidigi\n\nSCENE VII. / Amadigi, Oriana, e truppa di Caualieri, e Dame incantate.\n  _spelling as in original_\n\nAndianne ora mio ben', che pi\u00f9 si tarda?\n  _so in original_: Andiam'?\n\nSoprag'iunge.\n  _unclear in original_\n\nSCENE V. Palazzo di Melissa.\n  _spelling and format as in original_\n\nSCENA IX. / Melissa che sorte furiosa, e detta.\n  _text reads_ SCENA XI.\n\nAscolta; quel che poc' anzi\n  _text reads_ Ascota\n\nT' uccider\u00f2 nel' cor di lei spietato.\n    _text reads_ T' uccidero'\n\nN\u00f2 Melissa\n    _text reads_ No' melissa\n\n\nEnglish:\n\nThe English text is not always an exact parallel of the Italian, either\nin language or in print format.\n\nVasas, Fountains, and Statues\n  _spelling as in original_\n\nSCENA VI. / Dardano solo.\n  _spelling as in original_\n\nFor, kind _Orgando_ and the God of Love\n  _text reads_ Organda\n\n_Orgando_ descended from the Chariot, says.\n...\nRejoice at last and happy be,\n  _text damaged: \"Orgando\" supplied from context and Italian;\n  \"last and\" conjectural, based on Italian_ ]","title":"Amadis of Gaul, an opera: As it is perform'd at the King's Theatre in the Hay-market","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":9287}