Scene is Ithaca
Kings are seated at a table at the back of the stage:.
Long Live, long live Bacchus and his vermillion liqueur
Of a rival, he makes a friend.
Love reigns but half over me,
Thanks to Bacchus, thanks to vinyards.
is sleeping near Penelope's tapestry work)
For four nights I haven't slept.
Eh, what ?
Come friend, empty your glass and your bottle.
What an uproar ! What brouhaha !
Is a woman of taste pleased by this ?
Break it off. I am alone and the next night
I will sleep alone in my bed, at my ease.
Breat if off, break it off, and the next night
I will sleep in my bed, quite at ease.
What an uproar ! What a brouhaha !
It's only a boyfriend who displeases her.
(aside, closing the door to the room)
A boy-friend ! So be it ! That's fine. Gentlemen until night
Eat, drink and roar at your leisure
Approach, approach, and without fear of any noise
I shall hang out near her chair.
Break it off.
They see me. Ah, heaven still curses him.
Let him embrace me and delay me.
Hurry, to work.
But you haven't gotten any further.
I cannot work if people are looking at me.
Yesterday, your work was at the same point;
Penelope, for once, foreswear all dissimulation:
Will you at last be open with your friend ?
What are you getting at, milord ?
Often you complain
Of having spent four nights without sleep.
It wasn't a medical insomnia
The beautiful rose flowering,
Shining in the midst of a garden,
Seems a withered weed
Near the roses of your complexion.
It's not a medical insomnia.
All this talk is just flattery.
No, I tell you, I swear on my life
The flowering rose, etc
Tell me: what work from night till morn was possible ?
Ah, Milord Eurymachus,
...Reread the love letters
From my spouse.
I knew the King of Ithaca very well.
Great warrior, fine speaker, jealous husband.
Writer of love letters ? Why,
Truly you are making fun of us.
... Had enchained me.
He was very passionate.
A bit jealous, ...perhaps.
He wrote me often
Truly, you are making fun of us.
Besides, at the reading
Of love letters
...from your spouse,
I'm certain, sleep
would quickly have overcome you.
Ah, what an insult.
No, no... You are making fun of us.
Penelope, for once, ... Banish constraint.
Would you speak to me without anger and dissimulation.
Milord, I will listen to you without anger.
Well, I will speak.
This fine web, so necessary
To wear after his death.
Laertes, your father-in-law
This fine web... never gets anywhere.
It's such a long work.
You promised your suitors
To decide on marriage,
Once it was finished, but alas, your oaths.
Were only banter, a lure for them,
If each night you undo the work of day.
Ah... what a suspicion.
I wanted to be your page
Prince that I was.
And I rendered to your allures
My first homage.
What seducing language.
I sighed for you :
Soon as breathing, seeing, feeling,
As a child I paid you homage.
And this heart as it grew
Loved you more.
How endearing that is.
I sighed for you
As soon as breathing, seeing, feeling.
But love still rebels...
Let's break off a conversation which is only too harsh.
How my soul is moved.
Turn your face toward me.
Don't rob me of your celestial glance.
Ah, look at me from pity, with glances
Ah, leave me alone, from glances for pity.
Still, I nourrish this hope:
That one day if you must choose
I would be preferred over my rivals.
You nourrish that hope ?
I nourrish that hope
That ought to be banished from my heart.
Will my silence be heard ?
What will it say of my silence ?
What does her silence portend ?
You nourrish that hope ?
I nourrish that hope.
Must it be banished from my heart ?
How my soul is moved.
your head towards me.
At least let me read my fate in your glance.
Look at me from pity.
Ah, leave me alone with your looks.
Just a single word....
Ah, get up.
A bit sweeter smile
Gives to the most tender lover
Rights over you
I can hardly protect myself.
KINGS (in chorus)
Too much ! Too much pretending...
Against all, against all
I know how to protect you...
kings are slightly tipsy)
In appearance, in appearance, in appearance...
In appearance, in appearance, in appearance.
Softened by your gentle eloquence.
Would we suffer a sycophant,
To obtain preference over us ?
No, no, no, no.
What would people say of us ?
This evening, yes, as of this evening
(they push aside the web)
Without further delay !
Despite this cur's work
We will drawer for our luck.
One of us will enjoy you.
Yes, we will raffle you off,
Without further delay.
Let's confound this work;
Gentlemen, what are you thinking of ?
Yes, this evening,
One of us will be your spouse.
Gentlemen, don't you have here
Meat, veal, fat hens,
Juicy lambs, and young hares
In abundance ?
You are all happy.
Only one can be my spouse.
You think today that's his fate ?
But marriage won't be -- what ?
Come, young beauties
So capable of pleasure,
Come charm these kings.
Young beauties , come distract
These kings from a plan so contrary
To their happiness,
And my honor.
You have a hundred ways of pleasing...
If our beautiful queen
Sees these kings with my eyes,
She will be less inhuman
And the difficulty of choosing
Will be her only pain.
dance. Penelope and Eurymachus talk together from time to time.
Some kings doze off and leave staggering. Others give their hands
to the singers and dancers.
of opera or fragment.