Funeral Sequence
[MILES]
Sound the flute,
Blow the horn,
Pluck the lute,
Forward, mourn!
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
Ah!
[MOURNERS]
Ah!
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
All Sparta loved her sweetness, and Gaul--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Spain--
[MILES]
And Greece--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Egypt--
[MILES]
And Syria--
[PSEUDOLUS]
And Mesopotamia--
[MOURNERS]
All Crete was at her feet,
All Thrace was in her thrall,
Oh, why should such a blossom fall?
[MILES]
Speak the spells,
Strum the lyre,
Toll the bells,
Light the pyre.
[MOURNERS]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
All Crete was at her feet,
But I shall weep no more.
I'll find my consolation as before,
Among the simple pleasures of war!
Secuencia Fúnebre
[MILES]
Suena la flauta,
Sopla el cuerno,
Toca el laúd,
¡Adelante, lamenta!
[MARCHANTES]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
¡Ah!
[MARCHANTES]
¡Ah!
[MILES]
Toda Creta estaba a sus pies,
Toda Tracia estaba cautivada por ella,
Toda Esparta amaba su dulzura, y Galia--
[PSEUDOLUS]
Y España--
[MILES]
Y Grecia--
[PSEUDOLUS]
Y Egipto--
[MILES]
Y Siria--
[PSEUDOLUS]
Y Mesopotamia--
[MARCHANTES]
Toda Creta estaba a sus pies,
Toda Tracia estaba cautivada por ella,
¡Oh, ¿por qué debería caer tal flor?
[MILES]
Recita los hechizos,
Toca la lira,
Toca las campanas,
Enciende la pira.
[MARCHANTES]
Ahh...ahhh...ahhhh...
[MILES]
Toda Creta estaba a sus pies,
Pero ya no lloraré más.
Encontraré mi consuelo como antes,
Entre los simples placeres de la guerra!