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13. "Графы"

jetta-e
"На крышах Форбарр-Султаны шафранный закат померк..."
На сцене толпятся придворные. Все в явном беспокойстве - обсуждается дуэль между Форталой и Зергом. В толпе видны Гришнов и прикрытый плащом Юрий.

Первый граф:

Что делать, господа?
Безумие творится!
Пред нами без стыда
Бахвалится убийца!

Второй граф:

Кровь дяди ожила
в Эзаровом сыночке,
Он перерезать нас
Готов поодиночке!

Хор графов:

Все заверенья принцевы не стоят ни гроша,
От Юрия Безумного до Зерга только шаг!
До Зерга только шаг! До Зерга только шаг!
До Зерга один лишь только шаг!

Что делать, господа?
Ужель терпеть безгласно
Бессмысленно гадать
О том, что слишком ясно.
Ведь если принц сейчас
Империю получит,
То каждому из нас
Грозит такая участь.

Когда мы соберемся для присяги во дворце,
Боюсь, сумеет мало кто остаться жив и цел.
Остаться жив и цел. Остаться жив и цел.
Остаться, остаться жив и цел.

Гришнов:

Терпенье, господа,
Для гнева нет причины -
Возможно, сей скандал
По сути… поединок?

Хор графов:

Дуэль не первый год
Запрещена законом,
Но нету у него
Ни шанса быть казненным.

Закон Его Высочеству, конечно, не указ,
Каким он станет в будущем, когда таков сейчас?
Когда таков сейчас, когда таков сейчас?
Когда таков - сейчас!

Ну что же, господа:
Принц перешел границы,
Он сам нам повод дал
К закону обратиться.
Высокое родство -
Вот щит его, и только.
Мы выходки его
Терпели слишком долго!

На должном основании мы требуем суда.
Для Зерга трон Империи потерян навсегда!
Потерян навсегда! Потерян навсегда!
Потерян, потерян навсегда!

Аудиозапись: lavka.lib.ru/bujold/mp3/2-02%20the%20counts.mp3
Зеркало сайта: lavkamirov.com/bujold/mp3/2-02%20the%20counts.m...

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2012-01-31 в 21:58 

A start on this one:

Chorus of Counts:

It doesn't matter what soft words his lordship may proclaim
We all remember Yuri and the Prince is just the same
The Prince is just the same, the Prince is just the same
The Prince is, the Prince is just the same

What say you, noble lords?
Enough with all this prating
Forget your empty words
The truth's beyond debating
For if the Prince at last
Succeeds his father's throne
Then each man of our caste
Will meet his fate alone.


I'll add more as I write it :-).

- Philomytha

URL
2012-02-03 в 01:06 

And now the whole thing:

First Count:
What shall we do, my lords, in this madness?
A killer stands so shamelessly before us!

Second Count:
His uncle's blood lives on in Ezar's son
And he will cut us down, one by one!

Chorus of Counts:
It doesn't matter what soft words his lordship may proclaim
We all remember Yuri and the Prince is just the same
The Prince is just the same, the Prince is just the same
The Prince is, the Prince is just the same

What say you, noble lords?
Enough with all this prating
Forget your empty words
The truth's beyond debating
For if the Prince at last
Succeeds his father's throne
Then each man of our caste
Will meet his fate alone.

For when we give our oaths to Serg and take him as our lord
I fear that almost all of us will fall beneath his sword
Will fall beneath his sword, will fall beneath his sword
Will fall, will fall beneath his sword

Grishnov:
Your patience, gentle Vor,
Such anger in this hall!
This scandal you deplore
Perhaps was ... just a brawl?

Chorus of Counts:
To duel is outlawed by
The Emp'ror's resolution
But Serg is born so high
There'll be no execution

His Highness is above the law, to no-one will he bow.
How can we have him as our lord if he is like this now?
If he is like this now, if he is like this now,
If he - is - like - this - now!

The Prince, my brother Vor
Has gone too far today
And we cannot ignore
The price that he must pay
Nor can his father's name
Protect him from our wrath
He has well earned our blame
On his destructive path

The Council of the Counts demands that Serg must be cast down
And charges that the Prince's head will never wear the crown
Will never wear the crown, will never wear the crown
Will never, will never wear the crown!

- Philomytha

URL
2012-02-03 в 07:43 

jetta-e
"На крышах Форбарр-Султаны шафранный закат померк..."
Philomytha, wonderful! Vivid and emotional, and you maintained its accurate rhythm completely.

2012-02-03 в 10:28 

Хорошая крыша летает сама!
Philomytha, superb!

2012-02-03 в 12:03 

teldreaming
yes, this is very good. :)

Things to consider (though what you have is fine too): class for caste? My vowel for caste is different, but both variants are apparently ok.
"Was it a duel at all?" maybe. both are again good.
"All duels are outlawed by"??
I'm a little iffy on "destructive path".

And for the last bit I have a question for jetta-e. In the second libretto is this all still in Vortala's house? Philomytha's version has the ring of official government censure rather than a couple of upset guys at a party. Is this appropriate? The last part of Despair might be throwing me off.

2012-02-03 в 12:36 

jetta-e
"На крышах Форбарр-Султаны шафранный закат померк..."
The Second Act of our rock opera (from The Counts and further) takes its place a few days after the party at the Vortala House and later. So Philomytha is right.
Despair is Serg's soliloquy what he recite alone in his rooms. The presence of Counts is only symbolique

2012-02-03 в 14:12 

Ah, accent issues! I thought we'd be bound to stumble across some sooner or later. I pronounce caste and cast exactly the same. Class does avoid the confusion, but doesn't rhyme so well. I guess it will have to depend on the accent of the singers ;-).

The thing with 'all duels are outlawed by' is that it's a bit less staccato. The sentence structure is a bit more awkward that way around, though. Mm.

The destructive path bit is where I'm still trying to find something better, because the English is getting pretty strained there. Rewriting time...

- Philomytha, who should probably sign up for an account here

URL
2012-02-07 в 13:52 

A revised version of the final verse, with slightly less tortured English:

The Prince, my brother Vor
Has gone too far today
And we cannot ignore
The price that he must pay
Nor can his father's name
Make us forget the facts
The Prince has earned our blame
By his barbaric acts

- Philomytha

URL
2012-02-26 в 11:26 

teldreaming
Me and Bob Esty, alternates for the "path" bit:

me:
Nor will his father's name
Protect him from us all (in this hall)
We're tired of these games
And vow that he will fall? (he's long deserved to/this fall? His
actions still appall? And this has gone too far?)

Bob:
His only thin defense
Can be his high-born status
But we have too long endured
His escapades among us

2012-02-26 в 14:34 

I think after the rest of it this bit needs to rhyme too, so I would prefer yours - the core version, not the alternate bits.

- Philomytha

URL
2012-02-26 в 16:31 

Thinking a bit more, how about this?

Nor can he hide his crimes
Behind his father's name (father's throne?)
We have too many times
Ignored his wicked games (what he has done?)

- Philomytha

URL
2012-02-26 в 22:18 

teldreaming
I like that, Philomytha!

   

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