Pietą, rispetto, amore, Macbeth's aria from Macbeth

Perfidi!  All'Anglo contro me v'unite!		Traitors! With the English you unite against me!
Le potenze presaghe han profetato :		Yet those who predict the future have prophesied:
<<Esser puoi sanguinario, feroce;		"Be bloody, bold and resolute,
Nessun nato di donna ti nuoce!>>		For none of woman born shall harm you."
No, non temo di voi, 				No, I don't fear you
Nč del fanciullo che vi conduce!		Nor the boy who leads you!
Raffermar sul trono quest'assalto mi debbe,	This attack will confirm me on my throne
O sbalzarmi per sempre!				Or overthrow me forever!
Eppur la vita sento nelle mie fibre inaridita!	And yet ... within my veins
							I can feel my lifeblood drying up.

Pietą, rispetto, amore,			Honor, respect and love,
Conforto a'dģ cadenti,			The comforts of one's declining years,
Ah! non spargeran d'un fiore		Will not offer any flowers
La tua canuta etą.			For me in my old age.
Nč sul tuo regio sasso			Nor even at my royal tomb
Sperar soavi accent;			Might I hope for some kind words.
Ah! sol la bestemmia, ahi lasso!	Only bitter curses, alas!
La nenia tua sarą.			My requiem shall be.

Translation copyright ©1999 by Mark D. Lew (markdlew@earthlink.net)