Identifier: victrolabookofop00vict (find matches)
Title: The Victrola book of the opera : stories of one hundred and twenty operas with seven-hundred illustrations and descriptions of twelve-hundred Victor opera records
Year: 1917 (1910s)
Authors: Victor Talking Machine Company Rous, Samuel Holland
Subjects: Operas
Publisher: Camden, N.J. : Victor Talking Machine Co.
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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hers despairing intercession?Give me back my belovd only daughter,Have pity, oh give me back my child,In pity, oh hear me implore! This affecting scene is ended by Gilda, who now enters, in tears, and embraces her father. Rigoletto (overjoyed) : Gilda, my daughter! My lost one—my treasure! Angel, Ive found thee! Come tell me, twas but jesting? (To the courtiers.) I who was weeping rejoice now. (To Gilda.) But why art thou weeping?Gilda (hiding her face): Dishonor, oh my father!Rigoletto: Horror! what sayst thou?Gilda: Father, oh hide me from evry eye but thine!Rigoletto (imperiously, to the courtiers): Hence, I command, and leave us! If the worthless duke ye serve dares ap-proach, I forbid him to enter! Say that, I charge ye! The courtiers, somewhat ashamed,obey, and Gilda begins her pitiful con-fession. Tutte le feste al tempio(On Every Festal Morning) By Laura Mellerio and Ernesto Badini (In Italian)*45000 10-inch, $1.00By Giuseppina Huguet,Soprano (In Italian) *62083 10-inch, .75
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Rigoletto: Daughter, let me comfort thee! * Doublt-Faced Record—See page 430. 424 VICTROLA BOOK OF THE OPERA —VERDIS RIGOLETTO Gilda: On evry festal morningNear to the holy altar,I saw a youth observing me,Beneath whose gaze mine did falter,Rigoletto (despairingly): Ah! that thou be spared my infamyIve wearied Heaven with praying,That every good may light on theeFar from the worlds betray-ing,Ah, in my hopeless misery,My saint I have enshrined thee,In horror and anguish here I must find thee,Thy future all turned to woe!(To Gilda.) Daughter, come, let me com-fort thee in thy sorrow—Gilda: Father!Rigoletto: Weep here, weep, on my heartthy tears may flow.Gilda: Father, in thee an angel dothcomfort bestow. Piangi fanciulla(Weep, My Child) By Maria Galvany,Soprano, and TittaRuffo, Baritone(In Italian) 9250212-inch, $4.00 By A. Cassani,Soprano, andF. Federici,Baritone *4503210-inch, 1.00 Following the duet Rigoletto exclaims: Though not a word he said to me,My heart his meaning well

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