Classical Music Home
Email Password  
Not a subscriber yet?
Keyword Search
  Classical Music Home > Opera Libretti

Opera Libretti

Beethoven | Bellini | Berg | Berlioz | Bizet | Cavalieri | Cavalli | Clerambault | Debussy | Donizetti | Falla | Gluck | Gounod | Granados | Hallstrom | Handel | Hartke | Haydn | Kalman | Leoncavallo | Mascagni | Massenet | Mercadante | Meyerbeer | Monteverdi | Mozart | Pacius | Petitgirard | Portugal | Puccini | Purcell | Rachmaninov | Rossini | Sacchini | Strauss Johann II | Verdi | Wagner Richard | Wagner Siegfried | Walton | Weber
Title Page
Act 1
Act 2
Act 3
Title Page
Act 1
Act 2
Act 3



Scene 1
The magnificent entrance hall of the palace.
Ah, my faithful follower!
Ah, my king!
The vow of Alcestis cannot be revoked.
You cannot die for her yourself.
The heavens will not allow it.
The God is silent.
Oh fates too dreadful for us!
Alcestis has to die.
We lose Alcestis!
You weep, beloved Evander,
and you are right to do so.
But suffering is measured only by one’s own suffering.
See to what pain the gods condemn me.
I cannot die for the one who dies for me!
I hate Life, and the tomb is closed to me!
At every moment of my wretched days I shall remember
the faithfulness of lost Alcestis,
her love, courage, constancy:
in every object I shall imagine her beauty,
that sweet, lovely look,
that gentle smile, that modest blush.
More vivid still will these proud memories be
in the likenesses of the children;
and I must always embrace them weeping,
sigh and kiss them…
Ah what a contrast of opposite feelings!
Oh what a long succession of tenderness
pity and horror, so bitter for a husband,
for a father, is heaven preparing!
Wretched man! And what shall I do!
And how, and how, and with what heart
shall I embrace my children;
as in its harshness
the barbarous pity of tyrannous heaven
keeps me still alive!
Wretched that I am! And with what heart
shall I comfort them,
how shall I answer them
when, bathed in tears,
they remind their father
of their mother!
They will ask me – ah what grief –
for their mother.
No, I do not find in me
such dreadful constancy in such pain:
in foretelling it
my heart shudders…
Into what abyss have I fallen, in a single day,
from the height of contentment.
You envied me my happiness, O gods!
Too similar to yours was my state
When I had Alcestis!
And yet, O God!
How can I see her die in my arms,
and from her fair eyes the light fade,
and see in that fair face, and on that fair bosom
the cold, black spreading of grey death!
Ah now quickly flies the moment
and this scene of horror is at hand.
Wretched that I am! What do I see! Lo, she is here!
O sight! O cruelty! She comes forward
unsteadily, languishing,
and with her she has the children,
and there comes for the last parting my…
Ah, no longer mine! – my faithful wife…
O Alcestis, O children,
O parting, O death!
Scene 2
(Alcestis appears, supported by Ismene, with Eumelus, Aspasia and the attendants of Alcestis; then the Gods of the Underworld)
Husband, Admetus, my idol!
Lo, the moment that parts me from you
and breaks
our loving chains for ever.
About me hovers
the haughty shadow of death
that grasps his sword, raises his right hand,
and signals to give the fatal blow.
Soon Alcestis, a cold corpse
in cold marble hidden,
will be no longer mother, queen and wife.
O agony!
O cruel vow!
O faithfulness!
The Gods all know, my dearest,
if in the youthfulness that smiles on me,
if as lover and beloved, mother and Queen,
accustomed to the joys of life,
with a single sigh I made you a gift of it.
Ah this gift deserves a reward!
Here it is:
I ask that our children do not see you
take another wife in your arms.
If you promise it, if you swear it to me,
to our dear children, to the Gods,
I shall close my eyes in peace to eternal rest.
Alcestis! My treasure!
Ah! What you ask is my sacred duty.
Yes, I promise, I will fulfil it:
I swear to the Gods, to you.
You alone did I love, Alcestis, while you lived:
dead, I shall always adore you.
These children shall be my only children.
Every happiness flies from me with your death:
there remains for me weeping, mourning, pain,
that will end with the ending of my days…
And oh happy would I be,
if heaven hastened this sweet moment
to bring me to you again in the serene
calm abode, to the beautiful souls of the elect.
Come then and receive from the hand of your wife
these beloved pledges that I entrust to you
and take your last farewell.
The last!
Ah!… Yes.
I feel my heart rent
by a flood of sorrow!
Aspasia, Eumelus,
O dear sharers in this bosom!
Think of me, come
often to my tomb,
deck it with flowers.
(A loving shade I will hover round you.)
And of your poor mother’s
memorable vow, faithfulness, love,
sometimes remind your father…
Dear children, ah, do not weep;
all his tender affection
your father promises you.
Dear children, ah, you alone will be
the comfort and the delight
of this heart!
Be consoled, O beloved husband!
Too barbarous is my fate!
Alcestis, Admetus
Ah my beloved! In such a moment
only your sorrow troubles me!
What bitter torment,
what torture, what death
to see my sweet wife
torn from me.
I am the example
of how much
a wretched man, O God,
can suffer living.
Gods, friends, ah who will help me!
Husband, children, ah, while she lives
embrace yet Alcestis.
Admetus, Ismene, Evander
But what sound of terrible voices,
what gloom and darkness
surprises us, covers us with horror!
So many fearful shades!
What will become of us! O consort!
So many ghosts of
fierce and threatening appearance!
What is their wish?
Eumelus, Aspasia
Ah mother!
Gods of the Underworld
Come, Alcestis; remember your vow;
never did fate so long delay
her harsh, savage severity.
Alas! Who shakes me!
Who stirs me
from that dulling of the senses
in which I languished, without any grief,
at peace and unspeaking.
Who are these that surround me!
Ah, I am lost!
Gods of the Underworld
Why do you stay!
You are the victim of Dis
Stop: hear be satisfied O gods,
and take away with you a loving husband.
who without her will surely live no more.
Gods of the Underworld
No more is allowed,
There is no more mercy.
But at least a moment…
But one more embrace…
Gods of the Underworld
No more is allowed,
there is no more mercy.
A God
Ah barbarians!
A God
Rein in, rash mortal,
the ill-considered passion that transports you.
Children, farewell!
Husband, farewell!
I die!
I am dead.
(Alcestis is carried off by the Gods of the Underworld. Admetus falls, fainting, and is led within.)
Scene 3
A Voice
Has she died?
Another Voice
Does she live no more?
Among those shades she is hidden
and has gone.
I freeze… with terror.
I tremble… with fear.
Ismene, Evander
O how we grieve!
Who will help us?
Who comfort us?
Weep, O country, O Thessaly,
Alcestis is dead,
Alcestis is dead!
Alcestis is dead! Alas!
Never shall tears have an end,
that will bathe
these sad shores!
Weep, O country, etc.
Death triumphs
and distorts the virtue of beauty,
the model of honesty.
Weep, O country, etc.
Ismene, Evander
Every finest virtue
has departed with her:
In this way, gods,
you wished to punish us!
Weep, O country, etc.
(Admetus enters, with his courtiers, who cluster round to disarm him.)
Scene 4
Leave me, cruel men,
in vain you hope to prevent my death:
in vain heaven opposes my designs.
Alcestis is dead; and life
is now torture for me.
How could I bear to look at
these hateful walls!
To turn my gaze and see her no more!
To go wandering about
and everywhere encounter
loneliness and grief!
Ah! He who prevents
such an evil fate by dying
is the worst of living men,
an object of my hatred.
Ah, lord!
Ah, my king!
Stand aside: be silent:
leave me, for pity.
But this realm…
But these children…
Ismene, Evander, O God!
Cease to torture me…
I have in my mind,
in my heart, none other than Alcestis,
and wish to be with her again.
(A light starts to appear in the sky.)
But what unexpected lightning flash was that?
What great light sets ablaze the clouds?
Ah, in the tomb itself
shall I be enclosed with my adored wife:
I shall follow her faithfully to the happy place
that heaven keeps
for the just and for heroes.
What is happening?
What wonders are these?
Ah, a god!
A god descends among us
and seems to bear with him
all the rays of the sun.
I am amazed.
Ismene, Evander
I am strengthened.
It is Apollo!
Ismene, Evander
It is he!
Final Scene
(Apollo on a shining cloud; Alcestis amid clouds)
Admetus, even in heaven
your wretched suffering
has aroused pity. Your faithful
wife’s generous vow
has pleased the gods.
Two such constant lovers
deserve a better fate.
As on earth one day
you welcomed me,
so receive the greatest reward
that through the favour of heaven
a mortal can hope for:
I give you back Alcestis.
Ah, my life!
Ah, my beloved!
You live!
I embrace you!
O wonder!
O amazement!
O happiness!
O dear children! O beloved husband!
And now again I clasp you all to my bosom.
O merciful heaven!
O kindly god! O happy day!
Let my realm celebrate
this unexpected event;
prepare solemn sacrifice,
and let your first thoughts, my dearest,
and my first vows,
on so happy a day
be given to the gods.
Reign over us in happiness,
excellent lady, whose equal on the throne
no other lady ever was.
Fair and chaste, and wise and strong:
in you are joined
all beauties and all virtues…
Translation: Keith Anderson


Famous Composers Quick Link:
Bach | Beethoven | Chopin | Dowland | Handel | Haydn | Mozart | Glazunov | Schumann | R Strauss | Vivaldi
7:22:39 PM, 26 May 2016
All Naxos Historical, Naxos Classical Archives, Naxos Jazz, Folk and Rock Legends and Naxos Nostalgia titles are not available in the United States and some titles may not be available in Australia and Singapore because these countries have copyright laws that provide or may provide for terms of protection for sound recordings that differ from the rest of the world.
Copyright © 2016 Naxos Digital Services Ltd. All rights reserved.     Terms of Use     Privacy Policy
Classical Music Home
NOTICE: This site was unavailable for several hours on Saturday, June 25th 2011 due to some unexpected but essential maintenance work. We apologize for any inconvenience.