DON QUIJOTE
Oh the trumpets of glory
Now call me to ride,
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me,
And wherever I ride,
Ever staunch at my side
My squire and my lady shall be!
I am I, Don QUIJOTE...
DON QUIJOTE, ALDONZA, SANCHO
The Lord of la Mancha
My {Our} destiny calls and I {we} go!
And the wild winds of fortune Shall carry me {us} onward,
Oh, whithersoever...
(Don QUIJOTE falters)
ALDONZA
My Lord!
SANCHO
Master!
DON QUIJOTE
Whithersoever they blow
Onward to glory... aah!... I... go...
(crumples to the floor, dead.)
ALDONZA
My Lord...
SANCHO
He is dead.
My master is dead.
ALDONZA
A man died.
He seemed a good man, but I did not know him,
SANCHO
But...
ALDONZA
Don QUIJOTE is not dead. Believe, Sancho, believe.
SANCHO
Aldonza...
ALDONZA
My name is Dulcinea. |
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