This trophy from our saviours, from our saviours!
From the enslaving force of Rome!
With feasting and dancing and song, tonight in celebration, we greet
the victorious throng, returned to bring salvation!
The trumpets of Carthage resound! Hear, Romans, now and tremble! Hark
to our step on the ground!
Hear the drums -- Hannibal comes!
Sad to return to find the land
we love threatened once more by Roma's far-reaching grasp,
Signor . . . if you please: "Rome".
We say "Rome' not "Roma"
Si, si, Rome, not Roma. Is very hard for me.
This way, gentlemen, this way.
Rehearsals, as you see, are under way, for a new production of
Ladies and gentlemen, some of you may already, perhaps, have met M.
Andre and M. Firmin ...
I'm sorry, M. Lefevre, we are rehearsing.
If you wouldn't mind waiting a moment?
My apologies, M. Reyer. Proceed, proceed ...
Thank you, monsieur.
"Sad to return..." Signor ...
M. Reyer, our chief repetiteur. Rather a tyrant, I'm afraid.
Sad to return to find the land we love
threatened once more by Rome's far-reaching grasp.
Tomorrow, we shall break the chains of Rome.
Tonight, rejoice - your army has come home.
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"Act 1. Overture" as written by Frederick Loewe Alan Jay Lerner
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