- ALDONZA: spoken
- Please...try to remember. You looked at me, and you called me by another name.
- sung
Dulcinea, Dulcinea.
Once you found a girl and called her Dulcinea.
When you spoke the name an angel seemed to whisper
Dulcinea, Dulcinea.
- Dulcinea, Dulcinea.
Won't you please bring back the dream of Dulcinea.
Won't you bring me back the bright and shining glory
of Dulcinea, Dulcinea.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- Perhaps...perhaps it was not a dream.
- ALDONZA: spoken
- You spoke of a dream....and about the quest.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- Quest... The words. Tell me...tell me the words.
- ALDONZA: spoken
- "To dream the impossible dream."
But they're your own words.
"To fight the unbeatable foe."
Don't you remember?
"To bear with unbearable sorrow."
You must remember!
"To run where the brave dare not go."
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- To right the unrightable wrong.
- ALDONZA: spoken
- Yes.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- To love, pure and chaste, from afar.
- ALDONZA: spoken
- Yes.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- To try when your arms are too weary.
To reach the unreachable star.
- ALDONZA: spoken with the music continuing in the background
- Thank you, my Lord.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- But this is not seemly, my Lady. On thy knees? To me?
- ALDONZA: spoken
- My Lord, you're not well.
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- Not well! What is sickness to the body of a knight-errant? What matter wounds? For each time he falls he shall rise again--and woe to the wicked! Sancho!
- SANCHO: spoken
- Here, your Grace!
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- My armor! My sword!
- SANCHO: spoken
- More misadventures!
- DON QUIXOTE: spoken
- Adventure, old friend.
- sung
Oh, the trumpets of glory now call me to ride.
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me.
And where ever I ride, ever staunch at my side
my squire and my Lady shall be.
- I am I, Don Quixote,
- DON QUIXOTE, SANCHO, AND ALDONZA:
- The Lord of La Mancha.
Our destiny calls and we go,
and the wild winds of fortune
shall carry us onward. Oh...
- ALDONZA: spoken
- My Lord?!
- SANCHO: spoken
- Master!
- DON QUIXOTE:
- Whither so ever they blow,
onward to glory I....<a shriek>
- whispered
- I....go....
- ALDONZA: spoken
- Oh, my Lord....
- PADRE:
- De profundis clamo ad te
Domine, Domine,
Audi vocem meam
fiant aures tuae intentae
ad vacem obse creationis meae
si delicatarum
memoriam
serva neris...
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