Antonio Ghislanzoni,
Aida
(c. 1935)
“ Amneris, mournful, crouched before the portal. Amneris. She, my rival detested, has escaped me; And from the Priesthood Radames is 'waiting The sentence of a traitor. Yet a traitor He is not. Though he disclosed the weighty Secrets of warfare—flight was his true intention. And flight with her too. They are traitors all then! And justly should perish. What am I saying? I love him! Still I love him. Yes, insane and desperate Is the love my wretched life destroying. Ah! could he only love me! Fain would I save him. Yet can I? One effort! Soldiers: Radames bring hither. ”
