. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . mming inchromatic thirds to illustratethe moaning of the scene is given here in amost impressive record. Tempesta—Somiglia un Apollo (Hes Fair as Apollo) By Linda Brambilla, Soprano; Maria Cappiello, Mezzo-Soprano; Aristo- demo Sillich, Bass; and La Scala Chorus (In Italian) *68190 12-inch, $ hears this terrible agreement and the broken-hearted girl resolves to sacrifice herown life to save that of her false lo
. The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records . mming inchromatic thirds to illustratethe moaning of the scene is given here in amost impressive record. Tempesta—Somiglia un Apollo (Hes Fair as Apollo) By Linda Brambilla, Soprano; Maria Cappiello, Mezzo-Soprano; Aristo- demo Sillich, Bass; and La Scala Chorus (In Italian) *68190 12-inch, $ hears this terrible agreement and the broken-hearted girl resolves to sacrifice herown life to save that of her false lover. She knocks at the door, is seized and stabbed bythe bandit and her body wrapped in a sack. Rigoletto soon returns, pays the remainder ofthe price agreed upon, and receives the body. Sparafucile, fearing that Rigoletto will discoverthe substitution, offers to throw the body into the river. The Jester says he will do it him-self and bids the bravo depart. Left alone, the Jester gazes on the body with a horrible satisfaction, saying:Rigoletto: He is there, powrless! Ah, I must see him!Nay, twere folly! tis he surely! spurs on me now ye courtiers!. GILDA FINDS HER LOVER FALSE I feel his Look here and tremble, Here the buffoon is monarch! Yes, my foot is upon him! My grief has vanishd, Tis turned to joy triumphant; Thy tomb shall be the waters, This coarse sack thy shroud and grave cloth! Away, now! He is about to drag the sack towards the river, when he hears the voice of the Dukeleaving the inn on the opposite side. Duke: Woman is fickle, false altogether, (tearing his hair): That voice! Am I mad? What fiend deludes me? No, no, no! here I hold him! (Calling to the house.) Hola, thou thief, thou bandit! (The Dukes voice dies in the distance.) Then whom have I within here? I tremble—the form is human! (With utmost horror, recognizing Gilda.) My daughter, oh, Heavn, my daughter! Ah, no! Not my daughter! She is in Verona! Tis a dream! Then begins the w
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