THE TEMPLE OF GLORY AN OPERA

By VOLTAIRE Translated and adapted by Frank J. Morlock

  • ACT I
  • ACT II
  • ACT III
  • ACT IV
  • ACT V
  • VARIANT ACT I
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    CHARACTERS

    SINGING CHARACTERS in all the choruses

    On the side of the King:
    Eight women and sixteen men

    On the side of the Queen:
    Eight women and sixteen men

    Bagpipes, oboes, bassoons

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    SINGING CHARACTERS IN ACT I

    ENVY
    APOLLO
    The Nine Muses
    DEMONS in the entourage of ENVY
    DEMI-GODS and HEROES in the entourage of APOLLO


    DANCING CHARACTERS IN ACT I

    Eight demons
    Seven heroes
    The Nine Muses

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    SINGING CHARACTERS IN ACT II

    LIDIA
    ARSINE (her confidant)
    Shepherds and Shepherdesses
    A SHEPHERDESS
    A SHEPHERD
    ANOTHER SHEPHERD
    BELUS
    Captive Kings and Soldiers in the train of Belus
    APOLLO
    The Nine Muses


    DANCING CHARACTERS IN ACT II

    SHEPHERDS AND SHEPHERDESSES

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    SINGING CHARACTERS IN ACT III

    THE HIGH PRIEST OF GLORY
    A PRIESTESS
    CHORUS of PRIESTS AND PRIESTESSES OF GLORY
    A WARRIOR follower of BACCHUS
    A BACCHANTE
    BACCHUS
    ERIGONE
    Warriors, Egyptians, Bacchantes and Satyrs in the entourage of
    BACCHUS


    DANCING CHARACTERS IN ACT III

    FIRST BALLET:
    FIVE PRIESTESSES OF GLORY
    FOUR HEROES

    SECOND BALLET:
    NINE BACCHANTES
    SIX EGYPTIANS
    EIGHT SATYRS

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    SINGING CHARACTERS IN ACT IV

    PLAUTINA
    JUNIA
    Confidants of Plautina
    FANIA
    PRIESTS OF MARS AND PRIESTESSES OF VENUS
    TRAJAN
    Warriors in Trajan's entourage
    SIX CONQUERED KINGS in Trajkan's train
    MALE AND FEMALE ROMANS
    GLORY
    FOLLOWERS of GLORY


    DANCING CHARACTERS IN ACT IV

    FIRST BALLET:
    FOUR PRIESTS OF MARS
    A PRIESTESS OF VENUS

    SECOND BALLET:
    FOLLOWERS OF GLORY, five men and four women

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    SINGING CHARACTERS IN ACT V

    A ROMAN GIRL
    A SHEPHERDESS
    SHEPHERDS AND SHEPHERDESSES
    A ROMAN
    YOUNG ROMANS OF BOTH SEXES
    ALL THE CHARACTERS OF THE FOURTH ACT


    DANCING CHARACTERS IN ACT V

    ROMANS OF DIFFERENT CONDITIONS

    FIRST QUADRILLE:
    Three men and two women

    SECOND QUADRILLE:
    Three men and two women

    THIRD QUADRILLE:
    Three women and two men

    FOURTH QUADRILLE:
    Three women and two men


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    ACT I




    The stage represents the Cave of Envy
    . Through the opening of the
    cave can be seen a portion of the Temple of Glory, which is in the
    background, and the cradles of the Muses which are in the wings.



    (ENVY enters followed by servants, torch in hand.)


    ENVY
    : Deep abyss of Tenare
    Frightful night, eternal night
    Gods of forgetfulness, gods of Tartarus,
    Eclipse the day that shines on me
    Demons, bring me your barbarous aid
    Against the God who is pursuing me.
    The Muses and Glory have erected their temple
    In these peaceable parts;
    With what horror do I contemplate them.
    How their dazzle hurts my eyes.
    Deep abyss of Tenare
    Frightful night, eternal night
    Eclipse the day that shines on me.
    Demons, bring me your barbarous aid
    Against the god who pursues me.


    ENVY'S ENTOURAGE
    : Our glory is to destroy.
    Our fate is to injure.
    We are going to overthrow these frightful monuments.
    Our redoubtable blows
    Are more inevitable
    Than the features of death and the power of time.


    ENVY
    : Hasten to avenge my outrage.
    Muses that I hate encircle the grove.
    Destroy under these foundations
    Both Glory and her temple and her happy children
    That I hate yet more.
    Demons, enemies of the living
    Present this spectacle to my fury.


    (The followers of Envy dance and form a ballet figure; a hero comes
    into the midst of these furies, astonished at his approach, he sees
    himself interrupted by these followers of Envy, who try vainly to
    terrify him. Apollo enters followed by the Muses and demi-gods and
    heroes.)


    APOLLO
    : Halt, furious monsters
    Flee my features, fear my flames, implacable fury.


    ENVY
    : No, neither mortals nor the gods, can disarm Envy.


    APOLLO
    : Do you still dare to follow on my heels?
    Do you dare to sustain the dazzle of my light?


    ENVY
    : I will trouble other regions
    That don't see you in your orbit.


    APOLLO
    : Muses and demi-gods, avenge me, avenge yourselves.


    (The heroes and the demi-gods seize Envy.)


    ENVY
    : No, it's in vain that they stop me.


    APOLLO
    : Choke those serpents that hiss over her head.


    ENVY
    : They will be reborn a hundred times to serve my wrath.


    APOLLO
    : Heaven will not allow this monster to perish:
    It's immortal like us.
    Let him suffer an eternal torture
    That by the goodness of the world he may be ill-fated
    Let him whine after Glory
    Let him be enchained to her throne.


    (The cave of Envy is opened and reveals The Temple of Glory. They
    enchain him to the throne of this goddess.)


    CHORUS OF MUSES AND DEMI-GODS
    : This ever terrible monster
    Will always be beaten.
    The Arts, Glory, and Virtue
    Will nourish his inflexible rage.


    APOLLO
    : (to The Muses) You, between his horrible cave
    And this temple where Glory summons great hearts,
    Sing, daughters of the gods, on this peaceable hillock
    Glory and the Muses are sisters.


    (The cave of Envy ends by vanishing. Two hillocks are seen, cradles
    decorated with garlands of flowers are halfway up the hill, and the
    back of the stage is composed of three arcades of greenery through
    which can be seen the Temple of Glory in the distance.


    APOLLO
    : Invest humans with your divine flames
    Charm, instruct the universe.
    Reign, spread into souls.
    The sweetness of your concerts,
    Invest humans with your divine flames,
    Charm, instruct the universe.


    (Dance of Heroes and Muses.)


    CHORUS OF MUSES
    : We are calming the terrors,
    We are singing, we are bringing peace,
    But all hearts are not made
    To feel the worth of our charms.


    A MUSE
    : May our laws be forever tractable
    In our fields our tender shepherds,
    Always simple, always calm
    Seek no other honors
    Then that, sometimes, far from grandeurs,
    Kings shall come into our sanctuaries.


    CHORUS OF MUSES
    : We are calming the terrors.
    We are singing, we are bringing peace,
    But all hearts are not made
    To feel the worth of our charms.



    CURTAIN





    ACT II




    The stage represents the grove of the Muses
    . The two sides of the
    stage are formed by two hills of Parnassus; bowers interlaced with
    laurels and flowers reign on the inclines of the hills: above them are
    grottoes pierced by light, decorated with bowers in which are
    shepherds and shepherdesses. The back is composed of three large
    bowers.



    LIDIA
    : Yes, among these shepherds consecrated to the muses
    Far from a proud tyrant and flighty lover,
    I will find peace, I will calm the storm
    Which troubles my frayed emotions.


    ARSINE
    : In these peaceful retreats
    The Muses must calm
    Pure hearts, sensitive hearts,
    That the court can oppress.
    Yet you are weeping; vainly your eye contemplates
    These woods, these nymphs, these herdsmen:
    Follow the happy example of their tranquility.


    LIDIA
    : Glory has erected its temple. In these parts,
    Shame dwells in our hearts.
    Glory, this very day, to the greatest monarch in the world
    Must place in his hands an immortal laurel.
    Belus is going to obtain it.


    ARSINE
    : Your profound sorrow
    Increases at such a cruel name.


    LIDIA
    : Belus is going to triumph over enchained Asia
    My heart and my estates are in the ranks of the conquered.
    The ingrate promised me a brilliant marriage.
    He deceived me: at least he won't deceive me any more.
    He is leaving me. I am dying and dying abandoned.


    ARSINE
    : He betrayed twenty kings; he is betraying your attractions
    All he understands is blind power.


    LIDIA
    : But towards Glory he addresses his steps.
    Will he be able to endure my presence without blushing?


    ARSINE
    : Tyrants don't blush.


    LIDIA
    : What! So much barbarism with so much valor!
    O Muses! be my support,
    Help me against myself.
    Don't allow me to love a king who only loves himself.


    (The shepherds and shepherdesses consecrated to the Muses emerge from
    the caves of Parnassus with their rustic instruments.)


    LIDIA
    : (to shepherds) Come, tender shepherds, you who pity my tears,
    Happy mortals inspired by the Muses,
    Into my agitated heart pour all the charms
    Of Peace that you are celebrating.


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : Do we dare to sing on our weak bagpipes
    When horrible trumpets
    Have dismayed the echoes?


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : What do all these heroes want?
    Why are they disturbing our retreats?


    LIDIA
    : They are seeking fortune from the Temple of Glory.


    SHEPHERDS
    : It's in these parts where you are.
    It's in the depth of our heart.


    A SHEPHERD
    : Towards this Temple where Memory
    Consecrates famous names
    We no longer raise our eyes.
    Shepherds are happy enough
    To see, at least, that Glory
    Isn't made for them.


    (The noise of fifes and trumpets are heard.)


    CHORUS OF WARRIORS
    : Bloody War,
    Death, dismay
    Describe our fury.
    We make a passage for ourselves
    Through carnage
    To deeds of grandeur.


    SMALL CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : What terrifying sounds, what savage uproar!
    O Muses! protect our fortunate regions.


    A SHEPHERD
    : O Glory, whose name alone has so much attraction
    Will this be your language?


    (Belus appears under the arbors surrounded by warriors, he is on a
    throne carried by eight enchained kings.)


    BELUS
    : Kings, who bear my throne, crowned slaves,
    That I have deigned to choose to adorn my victory
    Go, go, open for me the Temple of Glory:
    Prepare the honors that are destined for me
    (he gets down and continues)
    I want your pride to second
    The cares of my grandeur.
    Glory, by elevating me to the first rank in the world
    Honors your misfortune sufficiently.
    (his suite leaves) (sweet music is heard)
    But what tones, filled with softness,
    Offend my ear and revolt my heart?


    LIDIA
    : Great gods, is Humanity a weakness?
    Perjured lover, cruel conqueror,
    My cries will pursue you without cease.


    BELUS
    : Your complaints and your cries cannot stop me.
    Glory calls me far away from you.
    If I were able to listen to you
    I would be unworthy of her.


    LIDIA
    : No, Glory is not barbarous and pitiless.
    No, you are making yourself, the gods seem like you.
    To their altars you have sacrificed,
    Only the tears and blood of miserable mortals.


    BELUS
    : Don't condemn my exploits.
    When one intends to make oneself master,
    One is, sometimes, despite oneself,
    More cruel than one wishes to be.


    LIDIA
    : How I hate your lucky exploits.
    How fate has changed you, how grandeur has distracted you.
    Perhaps you were born generous;
    Your good fortune has rendered you barbarous.


    BELUS
    : I was born to master, to change the universe.
    The weak bird in a grove
    Makes its sweet concerts heard.
    The eagle which flies on high
    Brings thunderbolts and devastation.
    Stop trying to stop me with your useless murmurs
    And let me fulfill my august destiny.


    (Belus leaves to go into the temple.)


    LIDIA
    : O Muses, powerful goddesses!
    Bend the pride of this ambitious man,
    Aid me against his cruelty,
    Or at least against my weaknesses.


    (Apollo and his Muses descend in a chariot which rests its two ends on
    the two hills of Parnassus.)


    APOLLO AND THE MUSES
    : (singing in chorus) We will soften
    With our likeable arts
    Pitiless hearts;
    Or we will punish them.


    APOLLO
    : Shepherds, who in these groves
    Learned our divine songs,
    You calm savage monsters,
    Bend cruel humans.


    (The shepherds dance,)


    APOLLO
    : Fly, Love, god of gods, embellish my empire,
    Disarm war in its fury,
    With a look, with a smile, with a word,
    You calm disorder and horror,
    You can change a heart;
    I can only instruct it.
    Fly, Love, god of gods, embellish my empire
    Disarm war in its fury.


    BELUS
    : (returning followed by warriors)
    What! This temple doesn't yet open for me!
    What! This glory that I adore,
    Nearby these parts prepared my altars,
    And I only see weak mortals
    And weak gods I never knew of.


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : You've made yourself feared enough.
    Now make yourself cherished.
    Ah! how a great heart is to be pitied
    When nothing can soften it.


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : You betrayed the attractions
    Of a tender and submissive beauty.
    Cruel conqueror, don't hope
    That Glory will favor you.


    A SHEPHERD
    : What! he directs his steps toward Glory
    And his heart is unfaithful?
    Ah! among us the torture of ingrates
    Is an eternal shame.


    BELUS
    : What do I hear? There's a crowd of people who offend me!
    Whose is the weak voice that murmurs in these parts
    When earth trembles in silence?
    Soldiers, deliver me from these odious people.


    CHORUS OF MUSES
    : Stop! respect the gods
    Who protect innocence.


    BELUS
    : Gods! Do they dare suspend my vengeance?


    APOLLO AND THE MUSES
    : Heaven, cover yourself with fire, thunders burst
    Tremble, flee the irritated gods.


    (Thunder and lightning emerge from the Chariot of Apollo and the
    Muses.)


    APOLLO
    : Far from the Temple of Glory
    Run to the Temple of Fury.
    There they will guard your eternal memory
    With an eternal horror.


    CHORUS OF APOLLO AND THE MUSES
    . Implacable heart
    Learn to tremble.
    Death pursues you, death must immolate you.
    This guilty fortunate
    Implacable heart
    Learn to tremble.


    BELUS
    : I never tremble; I brave thunder.
    I scorn this temple, and I hate humans
    With my powerful hands I will set ablaze
    The sad remains of earth.


    CHORUS
    : Implacable heart
    Learn to tremble.
    Death pursues you, death must immolate
    This guilty fortunate.
    Implacable heart
    Learn to tremble.


    APOLLO AND THE MUSES
    : (to Lidia)
    You who tremble for a deplorable lover
    Extinguish your fires, break his bonds.
    Taste through our blessings
    An unalterable calm.


    (The shepherds and shepherdesses lead Lidia away.)



    CURTAIN





    ACT III




    The stage represents the avenue leading to the front of the Temple of
    Glory
    . The throne prepared for the one who must be named the greatest
    of mankind is seen at the back of the stage. It is supported by
    Virtues, and is reached by several steps.



    (THE HIGH-PRIEST OF GLORY, crowned with laurels, a palm in hand,
    surrounded by priests and priestesses of Glory.)


    A PRIESTESS
    : Glory, the enchantress,
    Superb mistress
    Of kings and conquerors,
    Of ardent youth
    And frosty age,
    They seek your favors.


    CHORUS
    : Glory, the enchantress, etc.


    PRIESTESS
    : The pretended philosopher
    Believes he's broken free
    Of your noble slavery.
    He's abused.
    He's a scorned lover.
    His scorn is homage.


    THE HIGH PRIEST
    : Goddess of heroes, of true philosophers, and of kings
    Noble and fruitful source
    Of virtues and of exploits,
    O noble Glory! It's here that your powerful voice
    Must designate by an exact choice
    The first of masters of the world.
    Come, fly, run,
    Arbitress of peace, and thunderbolt of war,
    You who subdue, you who calm the earth,
    We are going to crown the worthiest of you.


    (Dance of heroes with priestesses of Glory.)


    (The followers of Bacchus arrive with some bacchantes and maenads
    crowned with ivy, thyrus in hand.)


    A WARRIOR
    (following Bacchus)
    Bacchus is in all places our invincible guide.
    This proud and beneficent hero
    Is always friendly and terrible .
    Prepare the prize which awaits him.


    A BACCHANTE AND THE CHORUS
    : The god of pleasures is going to appear.
    We are announcing our master;
    His sweet furies devour our hearts.


    (During this chorus the priests of Glory renter the temple whose doors
    are then shut.)


    THE WARRIOR
    : Enchained tigers are escorting to earth
    Bacchus and Erigone:
    The victorious, the vanquished,
    All the gods of pleasures, all the gods of war
    Are marching together confounded.


    (Bacchus and Erigone appear together on a chariot drawn by tigers,
    surrounded by warriors, bacchantes, Egyptians and satyrs.)


    BACCHUS
    : Erigone, object full of charms,
    Object of my burning ardor,
    I didn't invent, in the horror of struggles,
    This nectar of humans, necessary to happiness,
    To console the earth and wipe away tears.
    Rather it was to enflame your heart.
    Let's banish reason from our brilliant celebrations.
    No, I never know it
    In my pleasures, in my conquests
    No, I adore you, and I hate it.
    Let's banish reason from our brilliant celebrations.


    ERIGONE
    : Rather conserve it to augment your flames,
    Banish only uproar and havoc.
    If through you the world is happy,
    I will love you more.


    BACCHUS
    : Weak feelings offend my love,
    I want only eternal intoxication.
    Glory, grandeur, pleasure, tenderness,
    Reign over my senses in turn.


    ERIGONE
    : You alarm my heart; it trembles with surrender.
    By your passions it is dismayed,
    It would be more distracted,
    If yours was more tender.


    BACCHUS
    : Share my divine transports
    On my victorious chariot, in the breast of tenderness
    Make heaven jealous: enchain humanity.
    A god more powerful than I, drags us and hurries us.
    Let the thyrus reign forever
    In pleasures and in war
    Let it reign instead of thunder
    And with arrows of love.


    CHORUS
    : Let the thyrus reign forever
    In pleasures and in war.
    Let it reign instead of thunder
    And with arrows of love.


    ERIGONE
    : What god seizes my soul!
    What impetuous disorder!
    He troubles my heart, he distracts it.
    Love alone makes for greater happiness.


    BACCHUS
    : But what is this solitary temple doing in these parts.
    To what gods is it consecrated?
    I am conqueror, I knew how to please you.
    If Bacchus is known, Bacchus is adored.


    ONE OF THE FOLLOWERS OF BACCHUS
    :
    In these parts Glory is the only God they adore.
    Today she must place on her altars
    The most august of mortals,
    The beneficent conqueror of nations, at dawn
    Shall have these solemn honors.


    ERIGONE
    : Such a brilliant homage
    Cannot be refused;
    Love alone guided me to this happy shore.
    But one can divert one's steps
    When Glory is in the way.


    TOGETHER
    : Glory is a vain error,
    But with you it's supreme happiness.
    It's you that I love.
    It's you that fill my heart.


    BACCHUS
    : The Temple's opening.
    Glory's revealing herself.
    The object of my ardor will be crowned.
    Follow me.


    (The Temple of Glory seems open.)


    HIGH PRIEST OF GLORY
    : Bold one, stop.
    This laurel will be profaned
    If it crowns your head.
    Bacchus, that they celebrate in these parts,
    Finds no preference here.
    There is a vast distance
    Between name recognition and names that are glorious.


    ERIGONE
    : Eh, what! with her gifts is Glory avaricious
    For his more brilliant favors?


    BACCHUS
    : I've poured blessings on a submissive universe.
    For whom are these laurels that your hand is preparing?


    THE HIGH PRIEST
    : For virtues of the highest price.
    Bacchus, content yourself with reigning in your celebrations
    And drowning all the ills that your furors have caused.
    Let us crown more beautiful conquests
    And greater blessings.


    BACCHUS
    : Vain people, proud people, children of sorrow
    You don't deserve gifts so precious
    Bacchus abandons you to frigid wisdom
    He knows no better way to punish you.
    Fly, follow me, lovable troupe,
    Come embellish other parts.
    With the hand of pleasures, Cupids and games,
    Pour this delectable nectar,
    Conqueror of mortals and of gods.
    Fly, follow me, lovable troupe,
    Come embellish other parts.


    BACCHUS AND ERIGONE
    : Let's course the earth
    At the whim of our desires.
    From the temple of Glory
    To the Temple of Pleasures.


    (They dance.)


    A BACCHANTE
    : (with the chorus)
    Bacchus, soft and proud conqueror,
    Lead my steps, reign in my heart.
    Glory promises happiness,
    Yet it's Bacchus who gives it to us.
    Reason, you are only an error
    And pain surrounds you.
    Pleasure, you are not a deceiver,
    My soul abandons itself to you.
    Bacchus, soft and proud conqueror, etc.



    CURTAIN





    ACT IV




    The stage represents the villa of Atraxate, half ruined in the midst
    of which is a public square decorated with a triumphal arch, hung with
    trophies
    .



    PLAUTINA
    : Come back, divine Trajan, sweet and terrible conqueror.
    The world is my rival; all hearts are yours.
    But is there a heart more tender
    That adores you more than I?
    The Parthians have fallen beneath your thundering hand;
    You punish, you avenge kings.
    Rome is happy and triumphant
    Your good deeds surpass your exploits.
    Come back, divine Trajan, sweet and terrible conqueror.
    The world is my rival, all hearts are yours.
    But is there a heart more tender
    That adores you more than I?


    FANIA
    : In this barbarous region, in the breast of Armenia
    Do you dare confront the horrors of combat?


    PLAUTINA
    : We were protected by his powerful genius.
    And love guided my steps.


    JUNIA
    : Europe will again see its avenger and master;
    They say he's going to appear under these triumphal arches.


    PLAUTINA
    : They were erected by my hands,
    What sweet pleasure succeeds my profound sorrow.
    In the master of the world we are going to behold
    The most lovable of humans.


    JUNIA
    : Our triumphant soldiers, enriched, full of glory,
    Are flying his name to the heavens.


    FANIA
    : He's stealing their songs of victory;
    Alone, without pomp, or followers,
    He's coming to ornament these parts.


    PLAUTINA
    : Pomp and the dazzle of honors
    Are necessary to vulgar heroes.
    For vain grandeurs
    These supports are necessary.
    Trajan alone is followed by his immortal glory.
    One imagines one is seeing the universe near him at its knees.
    And it's for me he's coming! This hero is faithful to me!
    Great Gods. You dwell in his beautiful soul
    And I share it with you.


    (Trajan enters and Plautina runs to greet him.)


    PLAUTINA
    : At last I see you again,
    The charm of my life
    Is returned to me forever.


    TRAJAN
    : Heaven sells me these blessings dearly.
    I return one moment to tear myself from you,
    To animate myself with a new virtue,
    To deserve, when Mars calls me,
    To be Emperor of Rome and to be your spouse.


    PLAUTINA
    : What are you saying? What a funereal word!
    One moment, you, o heaven! A single moment remains to me.
    When my life depends on always seeing you again.


    TRAJAN
    : Heaven has at all times granted me its aid.
    Soon it will return me to the charms I adore.
    It's for you my heart was made.
    I have seen you, and I will be conqueror.


    PLAUTINA
    : What! Aren't you already a conqueror?
    What! is there yet
    A king your hand has not disarmed?
    From dawn to sunset hasn't everything submitted to you?
    Isn't the universe calm?


    TRAJAN
    : They are daring to betray me.


    PLAUTINA
    : No, I cannot believe you.
    They can't make you break your word.


    TRAJAN
    : With defeated Parthians the inexorable king,
    Irritated by his fall, braves my victory.
    Five kings that he seduced are armed against me.
    They've joined trickery to excess of rage,
    They are at the foot of these ramparts.
    But on my side, I have the gods, the Romans,
    My courage and my love and your glances.


    PLAUTINA
    : My glances will follow you,
    I intend that on my head
    Heaven wear out its wrath.
    I won't leave you; I will brave their blows,
    I will decoy the death they are readying for you.
    At least, I will die near you.


    TRAJAN
    : Ah! don't overwhelm me to this degree,
    My heart is too sensitive.
    Ah! allow me to deserve you.
    You love me, it suffices: nothing is impossible to me.
    Nothing can resist me.


    PLAUTINA
    : Cruel, can you stop me?
    Already, I hear the shouts of the perfidious enemy.


    TRAJAN
    : I hear the voice of duty which guides me.
    I fly: stay here: victory is following me.
    I fly: await all of my intrepid people
    And love which leads me.


    TOGETHER
    : I am going to punish a barbarian.
    Go punish a barbarian,
    Grind them under my feet,
    Grind them under your feet,
    The enemy that separates us,
    That snatches me for a moment from you.


    PLAUTINA
    : He abandons me to my mortal sorrow.
    Dear lover, stop. Ah! turn your eyes,
    See mine once again.


    TRAJAN
    : (at the back of the stage)
    O Gods, O just gods
    Watch over the empire and over her!


    PLAUTINA
    : He's already far from these parts.
    Duty, are you satisfied? I am dying and I admire him.
    Ministers of the god of war,
    Priestesses of Venus who watch over the empire,
    Pierce heaven with shouts, accompany my steps,
    Second the love which inspires me.


    CHORUS OF PRIESTS OF MARS
    : Proud god of alarms,
    Protect our arms,
    Lead our standards.


    CHORUS OF PRIESTESS OF VENUS
    : Goddess of graces,
    Fly on our tracks,
    Enchain the god Mars.


    (They Dance.)


    CHORUS OF PRIESTESSES
    : Mother of Rome and peaceful loves,
    Come arrange everything under your charming law.
    Come crown our invincible Romans.
    They are all born for love and for you.


    PLAUTINA
    : Powerful gods, protect your living image!
    Once you were mortals like him.
    It's for having reigned as he reigns today
    That heaven is your share.


    (They Dance.)


    (A chorus of Romans can be heard advancing slowly onto the stage .)


    Charming heroes, who could believe
    In exploits so prompt and so great?
    In the least of time you make
    The most enduring memory
    .


    JUNIA
    : Do you hear those shouts and those songs of victory?


    FANIA
    : Trajan is returning conqueror.


    PLAUTINA
    : Could you have doubted it?
    I see these captive kings, ornaments of his glory.
    He's just fought them; he's just subdued them.


    JUNIA
    : Before punishing them under his legitimate laws,
    Before striking his victims,
    At your knees he wants to present them.


    (Trajan appears surrounded by roman eagles and fasces; the conquered
    kings are in his train.)


    TRAJAN
    : Kings, who dread my vengeance,
    Who fear the affronts destined for the vanquished,
    Be henceforth enchained
    Solely by gratitude.
    Plautina is hereabouts, in her presence
    There must be no unfortunates.


    THE KINGS
    : (rising, singing with the chorus)
    O grandeur! O clemency!
    Conqueror equal to the gods,
    You have their power,
    Like them, you pardon.


    PLAUTINA
    : Your virtues surpass even my hope;
    My heart is more touched than those of these kings.


    TRAJAN
    : Ah! if there are virtues in this heart that loves you,
    You know to whom I owe them.
    I wanted humans to deserve the suffrage,
    To subdue kings, to break their fetters,
    And to bring you my homage
    With the vows of the universe.
    Heavens! what do I see around here?


    (Glory descends in headlong flight, a crown of laurel in hand.)


    GLORY
    : You see your reward.
    The prize of your exploits, especially your clemency.
    My throne is at your feet; you reign with me.


    (The scene changes and represents the Temple of Glory.)


    GLORY
    : (continuing) More than one hero,
    More than one great king,
    Vainly jealous of his memory,
    Flew always towards Glory
    And Glory flies after you.


    (The followers of Glory mix with the Romans and form dances.)


    A ROMAN
    : Reign in peace after so many storms,
    Triumph in our contented hearts.
    Fate presides over battles, over devastation,
    Glory is in the blessings.
    Thunder, spare our happy shores,
    Peaceful calm ,return forever,
    Reign in peace, etc.


    CHORUS
    : Heaven seconds us,
    Let's celebrate its choice,
    Examples for kings,
    Delight of the world,
    Let's live under your laws.


    JUNIA
    : Tender Venus, to whom Rome has submitted,
    To our exploits join your tender attractions,
    Order Mars, enchanted in your arms
    That for Trajan his favor be perpetuated.


    CHORUS
    : Heaven seconds us,
    Let's celebrate its choice,
    Example for kings,
    Delight of the world,
    Let's live under your laws.


    TRAJAN
    : Honors so brilliant are too much for my share.
    Gods, whose favor I experience,
    Gods of my people, complete your work,
    Change this august temple into one of happiness;
    Let it serve forever to celebrate
    Fortunate humans;
    Let it last as long as the conquests
    And the glory of Romans.


    GLORY
    : The Gods refuse nothing
    To heroes who resemble them.
    Fly Pleasures that his virtue resembles
    The Temple of happiness will always be mine.



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    ACT V




    The stage represents the Temple of Happiness; it is formed with a
    pavilion by a light construction, with peristyles, gardens, fountains,
    etc
    .; this delightful place is filled by Romans of all conditions.



    CHORUS
    : Let's sing on this solemn day
    And may the earth reply to us.
    A mortal, a single mortal
    Has made the world's happiness.


    (They dance.)


    A ROMAN GIRL
    : All ranks, all sexes, all ages
    Must aspire to happiness.


    CHORUS
    : All ranks, all sexes, all ages
    Must aspire to happiness.


    THE ROMAN GIRL
    : Capricious Spring,
    Summer full of passion,
    Autumn wiser,
    Reason, banter
    Isolation, grandeur
    All ranks, all sexes, all ages
    Must aspire to happiness.


    CHORUS
    : All ranks, all sexes, all ages
    Must aspire to happiness.


    (Some shepherds and shepherdesses enter and dance.)


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : Here the most brilliant flowers
    Do not efface the violets.
    Standards and shepherds crooks
    Are decorated with the same colors.
    The songs of our tender shepherds
    Mingle with the uproar of trumpets.
    Love revives in these retreats
    All glances and all hearts.
    Here the most brilliant flowers
    Do not efface the violets.
    Standards and shepherds crooks
    Are decorated with the same colors.


    (Romans join in dancing with the shepherds and shepherdesses.)


    A ROMAN
    : On a day so fine
    There are no alarms,
    Mars is without arms,
    Cupid without blindfold.


    CHORUS
    : On a day so fine
    There are no alarms,
    Mars is without arms,
    Cupid without blindfold.


    ROMAN
    : Glory and Cupid hereabouts have no wings
    Except to fly into our arms.
    Glory to her enemies presents our soldiers,
    And Cupid presents them our beauties.


    CHORUS
    : On a day so fine
    There are no alarms,
    Mars is without arms,
    Cupid without blindfold.


    (They dance.)


    (TRAJAN appears with Plautina and all the Romans form up around him .)


    CHORUS
    : You that Victory
    Crowns on this day,
    Your most beautiful glory
    Comes from tender Cupid.


    TRAJAN
    : O nation of heroes who love me, and that I love,
    You make my splendor.
    I intend to reign in your hearts
    (pointing to Plautina)
    On so much attraction, and on myself,
    Rise to high heaven, incense that I receive
    Return towards the gods, homage that I attract.
    Gods, always protect this formidable empire
    Always inspire all its kings.
    Rise to high heaven, incense that I receive
    Return to the gods, homage that I attract.


    (All the different troupes resume their dancing around Trajan and
    Plautina and end the celebration in a general ballet.)



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    VARIANT ACT I



                         THE TEMPLE OF GLORY


                         By


                         VOLTAIRE



                         Translated and adapted by


                         Frank J. Morlock


                         C 2002





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    LIDIA
    : Muses, daughters of heaven,
    Peace reigns in your celebrations,
    You suspend mortals' sorrows;
    In the hearts of humans you calm storms,
    Serene days are born from your favors.
    Love, leave my heart; Love break my chain
    Belus is abandoning me today;
    Vengeful scorn, too just hate
    Be, if possible, my support.
    Love, leave my heart; Love break my chain,
    Don't be a tyrant like him.


    ARSINE
    : The Muses sometimes calm a sensitive heart.
    And to implore them you are leaving your court.
    But fear being sought out by this invincible warrior.
    To the Temple of Glory he flies in broad day
    He will be more inflexible.


    LIDIA
    : No, I want in his heart to carry repentance.
    Here he's seeking glory; and that name reassures me.
    Glory cannot choose
    An unjust and perjured conqueror.
    Alas! I thought him virtuous.
    How fate has changed him! How his grandeur distracts him!
    I thought him beneficent, sensitive, generous!
    His good fortune has rendered him barbaric.


    ARSINE
    : He insults the kings that have succumbed to his valor,
    Vengeance marches before him.
    Pride, Pomp, Terror
    And Love flees from his presence.


    LIDIA
    : What crimes, O heaven! with how much valor!
    Goddesses of these parts, support innocence.
    Console my alarmed heart,
    Help me against myself.
    And don't allow me to love
    A hero intoxicated with his supreme splendor,
    Who is no longer worthy of being loved.


    (The shepherds and shepherdesses enter and dance to the sound of
    bagpipes.)


    LIDIA
    : Come, tender shepherds, you who pity my tears,
    Happy mortals, by muses inspired,
    In my agitated heart spread the charms
    Of the peace that you celebrate


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : Dare we sing with our weak bagpipes,
    When horrible trumpets have terrified the echoes?


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : We are fleeing before this hero
    Who is coming to trouble our retreats.


    LIDIA
    : Don't flee Belus; employ the art of gods
    To make this proud heart bow before virtue.
    The Muses in their groves
    Inspire your divine songs;
    You calm savage monsters,
    Enchant cruel humans.


    CHORUS
    : Let's enchant cruel humans.


    (They resume their dances.)


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : The god of fine arts can alone instruct us
    But only Love can change hearts
    To soften them he must seduce them
    Only the features of the god of Love are conquerors.


    (They dance.)


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : Descend, charming god, come show your harp,
    Come form the sound of the god of the nine sisters,
    Lend to virtue your voice, your smile,
    Your features, your torch, your chains of flowers.


    (They dance.)


    A SHEPHERD
    : Towards this temple where Memory
    Consecrates famous names,
    We are not raising our eyes.
    The shepherds are happy enough
    To see at least Glory
    Isn't made for them.


    (A noise of trumpets and kettle drums is heard.)


    CHORUS OF WARRIORS
    : (entering) Bloody war
    Death, terror,
    Signal our furors
    Making a passage for us
    Through carnage
    To acts of grandeur.


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : What horrifying sounds, what savage uproar !
    O Muses, shelter our fortunate regions!


    A SHEPHERD
    : O Glory, whose name seems to have so much appeal.
    Will this be your language?


    CHORUS OF WARRIORS
    : Lightning embraces the heavens,
    Thunder threatens the earth.
    Do you declare, great gods,
    With your thunderous voice
    That Belus is arriving in these parts?


    (ENTER Belus.)


    BELUS
    : Where am I? What have I seen?
    No, I cannot believe it.
    This temple which is owed me,
    This haven of Glory,
    Is closed to me?
    My soldiers have gone pale with fright,
    Thunder has devoured the bloody spoils
    That I was going to consecrate to Mars.
    My standards are broken
    In my triumphant hands.


    Implacable gods, jealous gods,
    What have I done that outrages you?
    I've made the universe tremble under my blows,
    I've put kings at my feet,
    And their subjects in slavery,
    I am avenged like you,
    What more are you asking?


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : One doesn't imitate the gods
    By means of the horrors of war.
    To be loved by them
    One must make oneself loved on earth.


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : A king that nothing will soften,
    Is of kings, the most to be pitied.
    Soon he'll make himself shiver
    When he keeps frightening others.


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : A king that nothing will soften,
    Is of kings, the most to be pitied.
    Soon he'll make himself shiver
    When he keeps frightening others.


    BELUS
    : What! In these parts they brave my fury
    When at my feet the world is silent in terror?
    (the sound of bagpipes is heard)
    An unknown pleasure surprises and enchants me,
    Even in the breast of horror.
    (the bagpipes continue)
    From the innocent candor of these simple shepherds
    Its sweetness makes itself felt in my astonished heart.


    A SHEPHERDESS
    : A king, if he wants to be happy
    Must fulfill our vows;
    True happiness crowns him
    When he gives it.
    In palaces, in forests,
    They cherish his sweet laws.
    He tastes, he pours in all parts
    The beneficence of the gods.
    At his voice virtues are reborn.
    Smiles, Games caress him,
    Glory and Love
    Share his court.
    In his supreme blood,
    It's he alone that is loved.
    It's he more than his favors
    That charms hearts.
    A king if he wants to be happy,
    Is of kings, the most to be pitied.
    Soon he'll make himself shiver
    When he keeps frightening others.


    CHORUS OF SHEPHERDS
    : A king whom nothing softens
    Is of kings the most to be pitied
    Soon he'll make himself shiver
    As he makes himself feared.


    THE SHEPHERDESS
    : Listen to the god in our fields who inspires us.
    Make all hearts satisfied,
    Soften the empire of your strict laws,
    Glory is in beneficence.


    CHORUS
    : A king that nothing can soften,
    Is of kings, the most to be pitied.
    Soon he'll make himself shiver
    When he keeps frightening others.


    BELUS
    : The more I listen to their songs,
    The more sensitive I am becoming.
    Gods! have you led me into this peaceable domain
    To enlighten a new day for me?
    Flatterers were blinding me; they were leading their master astray.
    And shepherds are making me know
    What I was unaware of in my court.


    LIDIA
    : Learn even more: see all my flame.
    I followed you into these parts.
    For you I asked the gods
    To soften, to touch your soul.
    Your virtues once knew how to enflame me
    You left everything for the horror of war.
    Ah! I would like to see you adored on earth
    Even though you loved me no more.


    BELUS
    : That's too much, I give in to the charm which attracts me.
    Perhaps I would have braved the empire of the gods.
    But they borrow your voice,
    They have guided your steps, their bounty inspires you;
    I am disarmed, I sigh.
    I dare hope that one day I will obtain, under your laws,
    The immortal glory to which I aspire.
    These gods, grantors of my vows,
    Will appease their wrath
    And by deserving to please you
    I will render mortals happy.


    LIDIA AND BELUS
    : Descend from the heavens, hurl your flames,
    Triumph, Love, god of great hearts,
    Animate virtues and noble ardors
    Which must reign in our souls.


    CHORUS
    : Between Glory and Cupids,
    In a profound peace,
    Go you both to the world to give
    Just laws and beautiful days.



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