Rienzi / Act 3 / No. 10. Finale / Rienzi defeats the Nobili / Adriano curses Rienzi because of his father's death
Adriano:
Farewell, Irene! I have to go out.
Merciful is the father's sword!
Irene:
Unfortunate man, stay back here!
You are not in control of your senses.
Adriano:
Let me escape! Death is calling me!
Irene, oh, your embrace itself,
I must flee it, death is calling me!
Irene:
Faithful one, you have no mercy
with yours, with Irene's need?
I won't let you out of my arms,
God himself gives me this duty!
Adriano:
Do you hear? This is murder!
Rienzi is strangling my entire sex.
The women get down on their knees.
Women:
Schuetz, Holy Virgin, Roma's sons!
Stand by them in their distress!
Let us see them in the beauty of victory,
and send death to their enemies!
Mary, see us pleading in the dust!
O, look at us from Himmelshoehn!
Irene:
Unsel'ger! See; It's too late!
Do you want to devote yourself to death for no reason?
Adriano:
Allmaecht'ger! Yes! It's getting too late!
Oh, my senses are failing me!
Irene:
Look, I'm wrapping my arms around your neck;
I'm only giving way with my life!
Adriano :
Double death and the pain of love!
O heaven, end my torment!
Irene / Adriano /Women:
O holy Virgin, have mercy!
Bring help me in this trouble!
Encircle him with arms of blessing,
Protect him from shame and death!
Mary, see me pleading in the dust!
O look at me from the heights of heaven!
/>Men's choir:
Curse the traitor to the Roman honor!
Never on earth will his shame be forgiven,
Death to his soul, no God lives for him!
Irene :
The storm is already silent: hear the singing!
Women:
That is the Roman victory song!
Men's choir:
Trumpets are blaring, drums are whirling!
>It must be the Romans' share of victory!
You horses stamp, swords clash loudly!
Today is the day that sees your victories!
Banners blow, flash brightly, you spears!< br/>Santo spirito cavaliere!
Adriano:
Ha, great God! So it's decided!
Irene:
They're already approaching!
Women:
Victory! Victory!
Irene:
My brother high before them!
Women / The Priests / The Monks:
Hail! Hail, you proud victorious army!
Welcome, Roma's victorious sons!
Hail to you and your weapons!
Come on, scatter flowers! Cheers sound;
May it be for you and your heroism!
Honor, praise the most beautiful heroism!

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