King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
Corneille - Le Cid
Sanche
Open the lists: you'll bring on his assailant;
I am that man, so rash, or rather valiant,
Favour my ardour's urging now in this.
Madame, you must remember your promise.
King
Chimene, will you place your cause in his hand?
Chimene
I promised.
King
Tomorrow then, understand.
Diegue
No, Sire, now: there must be no more delay.
A brave man should be ready come what may.
King
To win a war, then duel immediately!
Diegue
Rodrigue has rested while he told his story.
King
He shall rest some hours more before they fight;
And for fear such combat be seen as right,
To show you all I allow with some regret
This blood-stained process that has never yet
Pleased me: the court and I will be absent.
(To Arias)
You alone will judge them competent.
See to it that both act honourably,
Once over, bring the conqueror to me.
Either will earn the same prize for his pains;
I'll with my own hand give him to Chimene,
And he will receive her hand as his reward.
Chimene
What! Sire, to impose so harsh a law!
King
Yet Love, far from registering this protest,
If Rodrigue wins, true justice will attest.
Cease to murmur against laws so sweet;
Whoever wins, will yet fall at your feet.
End of Act IV
Act V Scene I (Rodrigue, Chimene)
Chimene
Rodrigue, and here! Whence your audacity?
Go, you harm my honour now; please leave me.
Rodrigue
I go to die, Madame, yet come to you,
Before my death, to say a last adieu.
Eternal love that binds me to your laws
Accepts my life in homage thus to yours.
Chimene
You go to die!
Rodrigue
I haste towards that hour
That yields my being to your vengeful power.
Chimene
You go to die! Has Sanche's blade such art
It works on your indomitable heart?
What makes you so weak, and him so strong?
Rodrigue, about to fight, sings his swan-song!
He who feared not my father, or the Moors,
Off to fight Sanche, thinks it a lost cause!
In time of need your courage is all spent?
Rodrigue
I go not to a duel, but punishment;
My faithful ardour deprives me of desire
To defend myself, since you light the pyre.