Roméo et Juliette, Act 4: Dieu! Quel frisson... Amour ranime mon courage

God! What shiver runs in my veins?
What if this drink was powerless!
Fears are vain!
I will not belong to the Count despite my will!
No! No!
This dagger will be the guardian of my faith!
Come! Come!
Love, revive my courage,
And from my heart chase away fright!
To hesitate, is to insult you,
Trembling is a lack of faith!
Pour! Pour!
Pour this beverage yourself!
Ah! Pour this beverage!
Oh, Romeo! I drink to you!
But what if tomorrow, in these funereal vaults
I would wake up before his return?
Holy God!
This horrible thought froze all my blood!
What will become of me in this darkness?
In this stay of death and moans,
That past centuries have filled with bones?
Where Tybalt, still bleeding from his wound,
Near me, in the murky night will sleep!
God!!!
My hand will meet his hand!
What is this shadow escaped from death?
It's Tybalt! He calls me! He wants to dismiss
My husband from my way! And his fatal sword...
No! Ghosts! Disappear!
Clear up, fatal dream!
May the dawn of happiness rise
Over the shadow of past torments!
Come!
Love! Revive my courage
And from my heart chase away fright!
To hesitate, is to insult you,
Trembling is a lack of faith!
Pour! Pour!
Pour this beverage yourself!
Ah! Pour this beverage!
Oh, Romeo! I drink to you!