Otello

A sail! A sail!

It's the winged lion!

The lightning reveals it now.

A trumpet blast!

The cannon has sounded!

It's the General's ship!

First it sinks down,

then it rears up.

Its prow rises from the waves.

It's hidden in the clouds and the sea,

then appears in the lightning's flash.

Lightning! Thunder! Whirlpools!

Stormy winds and thunderbolts!

The waves quake, the winds quake.

The foundations and pinnacles quake.

A grim, blind, whirling spirit

cleaves the air.

God shakes the white heavens like a gloomy curtain.

All is smoke! All is fire!

The horrible soot turns to fire

and then dies.

The universe writhes,

the phantom north wind rushes through the passes.

Titanic trumpets blare out in the sky.

God, lightning in the storm!

God, the smile of the shore!

Save the vessel and the flag

of the Venetian destiny!

Thou, who rules the stars and Fate!

Thou, who governs the world and sky!

Grant that the faithful anchor,

rest on the bottom of the calmed sea.

Her mainsail's torn away!

Her prow is hurtling towards the reef!

Help! Help!

May the stormy seas be her tomb.

He is saved!

He is saved!

Lower the small boats!

All hands to the ropes! Hurry!

Row with all your might! To the shore!

To the landing place! Disembark

Hurrah!

Rejoice!

The infidels are buried at the bottom of the sea.

Heavens be thanked.

Our weapons and the wrath of the storm defeated them!

Long live Othello!

Long live Othello!

Victory! Victory!

Victory is ours!

Victory! Victory!

Slaughter!

Lost souls, crushed,

buried in horridness,

in horridness,

in horridness.

- Rodrigo, what are you thinking of? - Of drowning myself.

Only fools kill themselves for love.

How can I win her?.

Let time work for you.

The fair Desdemona,

whom you secretly adore,

will soon loathe the embrace of that repulsive savage.

Although I pretend to be loyal to him, I hate the Moor!

There is a reason. Here it is.

Look.

You see that foppish captain down there?

He usurped my rank,

earned in a hundred bloody battles.

Such was Othello's will.

And I remain

his lordship,

the Moor's ensign.

Oh, if you listen to me.

- Your cup, Captain. - No more wine.

- Just another sip. - No!

Come, today Cyprus is in a frenzy.

It's a joyous night!

No, one cup put my head afire.

But you must drink

to the marriage of Othello and Desdemona.

Her beauty and charm have won her the hearts of all on the island.

Jago, sing her praises.

Listen to him. I am a mere bystander.

And she is beyond praise.

- Beware of that Cassio! - Why?

He's a young and sly seducer who could get in your way.

But if he gets drunk, he is lost.

Get him to drink

Bring more wine!

Drink and be merry

before joy and wine are spent.

This noble wine befuddles the mind.

Let all who have once succumbed to the wild pleasures of the grapes

drink with me, drink with me!

Drink with me! Drink with me!

Drink!

Drink, drink!. Drink with me!

Let all who have once succumbed to the wild pleasures of the grapes

Drink with me! Drink with me!

- (Jago) Drink, drink! - Drink with me!

Drink!

Drink! Drink!

Drink with me!

Another sip and he'll be drunk

Men who don't drink are cowards.

My heart is an open book

Cowards and deceivers.

- I don't fear the truth. - Drink, drink!.

I don't fear the truth.

- Drink with me! - I don't fear the truth.

Drink, drink!. Drink with me!

Drink, drink, drink, drink!

- (Jago ) Drink, drink!. - (crowd) Drink with me!

- (Jago ) Drink, drink!. - (crowd) Drink with me!

Drink!

Drink, drink with me!

Captain, you must stand guard on the ramparts.

Let's go.

- What do I see? - Cassio is drinking himself to sleep.

Othello must know.

Let's go.

- (crowd) Ha ha! - Who's laughing?

I'm laughing at a drunkard.

Mind your words, you scoundrel.

Drunken rascal!

No one can save you now.

Please hold your hand, sir.

I'll split your brains if you interfere.

The words of a drunkard.

Me, a drunkard?

Go to the harbour and cry, ''Mutiny'!"'

Spread confusion, sound the alarm.

Brothers, stop this fighting.

Montano is wounded. Stop, I say!

He can't be stopped.

Sound the alarm! He is possessed!

Put down your swords!

What's happening?

Have you turned into Saracens?

To be fighting amongst yourselves

Like mad dogs?

Honest Jago,

for the love you bear me,

speak!

I don't know.

One moment all friends happy and smiling.

The next, as if some evil star

had bewitched them,

their swords out, fighting with fury.

I wish I had lost the legs

that brought me here to witness it.

Cassio, how could you so forget yourself?

Your lordship, forgive me,

I don't know what to say.

- Montano. - I am wounded.

Wounded? By heaven, my blood is boiling.

Anger has chased away our guardian angel.

Cassio, you are no longer captain.

Oh, sweet triumph!

Jago, go and restore peace to this troubled city.

Someone help Montano.

Return to your homes.

I shall not move from here

until I see this place cleared.

Already in the deep of night

all tumult has been silenced.

Already my throbbing heart

finds solace in this embrace

and recovers.

Let war engulf the world,

if her endless wrath

comes such boundless love.

My noble warrior!

How many sighs,

how much sorrow,

and how much hope

have led us

to this tender embrace?

How sweet are our whispers!

Do you remember?

When you told of your life in exile,

of daring deeds and many misfortunes,

and I listened with rapture in my soul,

in terror, with ecstasy in my heart?

I told of the clash of arms, fierce battles and the brave flight into the mortal breach.

The assault,

clinging like ivy to the ramparts,

the target of whistling arrows.

Then you led me to the flaming deserts,

the burning sands of your native land.

You told me of your sufferings,