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Princess de Bouillon's aria "Acerba voluttà", from Adriana Lecouvreur, Act II.
Composer: Francesco Cilea (1866-1950).
Libretto: Arturo Colautti (1851-1914).
Premiere: 6 November 1902, Teatro Lirico, Milano.
/Synopsis
Backstage at the Comédie-Française.
The company is preparing for a performance and bustling around Michonnet, the stage manager. The Prince de Bouillon, admirer and patron of the actress Duclos, is also seen backstage with his companion, the Abbé. Adriana enters, reciting, and replies to the others' praise with 'Io son l'umile ancella' ("I am the humble servant of the creative spirit"). Left alone with Adriana, Michonnet wants to express his love for her. However, Adriana explains that she already has a lover: Maurizio, a soldier of the Count of Saxony. Maurizio enters and declares his love for Adriana, 'La dolcissima effigie.' They agree to meet that night, and Adriana gives him some violets to put in his buttonhole. The Prince and the Abbé return. They have intercepted a letter from Duclos, in which she requests a meeting with Maurizio later that evening at the Prince's villa. The Prince, hoping to expose the tryst, decides to invite the entire troupe there after the performance. On receiving Duclos's letter, Maurizio cancels his appointment with Adriana, who in turn opts to join the Prince's party.
The Princess de Bouillon, not the actress Duclos (who was only acting as her proxy), is anxiously waiting for Maurizio ("Acerba voluttà, dolce tortura").
/Lyrics
Acerba voluttà , dolce turtura,
lentissima agonia, rapida offesa,
vampa, gelo, tromor, smania,
paura, ad amoroso sen torna l'attesa!
Ogni eco, ogni ombra nella notte incesa
contro la impaziente alma congiura :
fra dubbiezza e disìo tutta sospesa,
l'eternità nell'attimo misura...
Verrà ? m'oblia? s'affretta? o pur si pente?
Ecco, egli giunge!
No, del fiume è il verso,
misto al sospir d'un arbore dormente...
O vagabonda stella d'Oriente,
non tramontar, non tramontar :
sorridi all'universo,
e s'egli non mente, scorta il mio amor!
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