A day in spring. The scene is crowded with sailors and celebrating people. Barnaba is leaning against a column with a guitar slung around his neck. In the back is a door to St. Mark's Church; above the courtyard wall is a Lion's Mouth with the inscription:. Our Republic Will subjugate all nations Until all galley crews and people Have feasting and bread.
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A day in spring. The scene is crowded with sailors and celebrating people. Barnaba is leaning against a column with a guitar slung around his neck. In the back is a door to St. Mark's Church; above the courtyard wall is a Lion's Mouth with the inscription:.
Our Republic Will subjugate all nations Until all galley crews and people Have feasting and bread. Mirth extinguishes thunderbolts And sunders the chains that bind. We sing! Who sings is free. We laugh! Who laughs is strong. This is the will of that God serene Who gladdened this lagoon With the silver of the moon And the crimson of the sun. Bells peal and trumpets sound. Bread and Feasting! The bells of St. Mark Are joyfully pealing. Long live the Doge and the Republic!
Feasting and bread! The trumpets are now Announcing the start of the regatta. Whether the gibbet or maypole be raised, 'Tween two columns the minstrel Barnaba Spins his web, and the filaments Are the strings of his instrument.
With subtle work Of hand and ear I pick off harmful gadflies On behalf of the State. And never My hearing fails. If I could ensnare For my greedy desires and soon A most captivating buttefly! Back to my place. For a safe journey By me you'll be guided. Your day begins again Its quiet and placid course. Love her and catch her In my spider's web! O fearsome rapture Of my soul! The grateful Butterfly looks this way! Rest here on the steps of the church, And I will go in search of my beloved. I told you once already that I cannot bear your enigmatic face.
O light of my eyes, Where are you? Where are you? If the mother were in my power If the angel of maternal love helps me, Gioconda will be mine! I swear to Hades! The winner of the regatta enters, carried in triumph by a crowd of men, women, shipwrights, Barnabite monks, among them guardsmen, Isepo and Zuane, who stands apart sadly. There's no mistake. Master Zuane, you have a sickly look. One could truly say that in the regatta You did not carry off the pennant. See that blind woman Gaming and horse races!
Let's play zara. Mistica rosa The Blind One looks at us. The Blind One sees us! ENZO Murderers! Spare that venerable head Or I shall draw my sword! A brave battle you wage Against infirmity deprived of light! A race of cowards has been born To the winged lion of St. The shackles tear into her. Take them away! Speak up, captive! Why are you held by that mob?
Wait that I may speak Now I can break the ice that chilled me My heart surges up She was the angel Of my childhood. I was ever smiling Now I weep In songs we make our livelihood and To all who ask I sing gay melodies, And to God she chants Her holy prayers. This powerful lord will save her! Her evil silence proves it. Still you cannot leave me Without a pious offering.
I offer you this rosary, Pray, accept it. With my prayers added It will bring you luck. May my benediction Be on your head. Laura takes the rosary; Cieca extends her hands to bless Laura, who starts to kneel, but Alvise prevents her.
Are you mad? He throws a purse to Gioconda. Lovely singer, this gold is yours. All go into church, except Enzo who remains lo s t in thought, and Barnaba who stands glaring at him. Are you thinking of Lady Laura Badoero? Genoa was your birthplace Venice has outlawed you, but a strong Desire pulls you back once more to face death.
Despairing of ever seeing her again on earth, Now, under her mask, your angel appeared And recognized you Laura will be aboard your ship. O cry of my soul, bursting from a full heart! I have found again the angel of heavenly love.
But who are you, my doleful benefactor? He opens his mantle and jacket and shows on his jerkin the letters in silver: C. I am the powerful demon of the Council of Ten.
I love Gioconda who hates me … I swore to crush her heart. Enzo's death would be too easy. I want you to betray her. From her cruel sentence of grief Save my adored Laura and return her to me. All my triumph is shown me by your eyes. Enzo leaves. You curse? We'll carry through this black deed: Gioconda's idol will be destroyed And everything will be annulled. He goes to the back and opens a door next to the prisons. There, hand it me. Be silent and go. He takes the sheet and Isepo exits. O monumentl Ducal palace and hell hole!
Evil marvel! Glory of this and future ages; Your wicked cruelty Is built on two tortures. The base are your pozzi, the peak your piombi.
This is the same source as Gaetano Rossi had used for his libretto for Mercadante 's Il giuramento in First performed in , La Gioconda was a major success for Ponchielli, as well as the most successful new Italian opera between Verdi's Aida and Otello Ponchielli revised the work several times; the version that is played today was first given in There are several complete recordings of the opera, and it is regularly performed, especially in Italy. It is one of only a few operas that features a principal role for each of the six major voice types. It was especially successful in its third and final version first seen at the same theatre on 28 March The opera had its American premiere at the Metropolitan Opera on 20 December