Avant de quitter ces lieux + Come paride vezzoso - Aria 2 Duet

2 Arias combined to make a duet. 'Avant de quitter ces lieux' from Faust by Gounod and 'Come Paride vezzoso' from L'elisir d'amore by Donizetti.

Lyrics:

VALENTIN
O sainte médaille,
Qui me viens de ma sœur,
Au jour de la bataille,
Pour écarter la mort,
Reste là sur mon cœur!

BELCORE
Come Paride vezzoso
Porse il pomo alla più bella,
Mia diletta villanella,
Io ti porgo questi fior.
Ma di lui più glorïoso,
Più di lui felice io sono,
Poiché in premio del mio dono
Ne riporto il tuo bel cor.

VALENTIN
Avant de quitter ces lieux,
Sol natal de mes aïeux
A toi, seigneur et Roi des cieux
Ma sœur je confie,
Daigne de tout danger
Toujours, toujours la protéger
Cette sœur si cherie!
Délivré d'une triste pensée
J'irai chercher la gloire, la gloire au seins des ennemis,
Le premier, le plus brave au fort de la mêlée,
J'irai combattre pour mon pays.
Et si vers lui, Dieu me rappelle,
Je veillerai sur toi fidèle,
O Marguerite!

Avant de quitter ces lieux,
Sol natal de mes aïeux,
A toi, seigneur et Roi des cieux,
Ma sœur je confie!
O Roi des cieux, jette les yeux,
Protège Marguerite, Roi des cieux!

BELCORE
Veggo chiaro in quel visino
Ch'io fo breccia nel tuo petto.
Non è cosa sorprendente;
Son galante, son sergente.
Non v'ha bella che resista
Alla vista d'un cimiero;
Cede a Marte, Dio guerriero,
Fin la madre dell'Amor.

English translation:

VALENTIN
O holy medal,
Which my sister gave me,
On the day of battle
Remain on my heart
To ward off Death!

BELCORE
Like charming Paris
He handed the apple to the most beautiful,
My beloved villanella,
I offer you these flowers.
But of him more glorious,
More happy than I am,
Because in the prize of my gift
I report your beautiful body.

VALENTIN
Before I leave this town,
My forefathers' native place,
To you, Lord and King of Heaven,
Do I entrust my sister.
I beg you to defend her
From every peril,
My beloved sister.
Freed from this harrowing thought,
I shall seek glory in the enemy's ranks,
The first, the bravest, in the thick of the fray,
I shall go and fight for my country.
And if God should call me to his side,
I shall faithfully watch over you,
O Marguerite.
Before I leave, etc.
O King of Heaven, hear my prayer
And defend Marguerite,
O King of Heaven.

BELCORE
I see clearly in that little face
That I've made breaches in your chest.
It is not surprising;
I'm gallant, I'm a sergeant.
There is no beauty that endures
At the sight of a crest;
He gives to Mars, God the warrior,
Even the mother of love.

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