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- Come closer, girl (DON QUIXOTE - courteously, but without recognition.)
Now then. What is it you want?

-Don't you know me? (ALDONZA)

-Should I?

-I am Aldonza!

-I'm sorry. I do not recall anyone of that name.

-Sancho knows. Please, my Lord.

-Why did you say "my lord"? I am not a lord.

-You are my lord, Don Quixote!

-Don Quixote?
You must forgive me, I have been ill...
I'm confused by shadows. It is possible I knew you once,
but I do not remember

-Please! Try to remember!

-Is it so important?

-Everything.

My whole life. You spoke to me and everything was... different!

-I spoke to you?

-And you looked at me!
And you called me by another name!

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...

-Then perhaps... it was not a dream...

-You spoke of a dream. And about the Quest! (ALDONZA - kneeling beside Quixote again)

-Quest?

-Yes, how you must fight and it doesn't matter whether you win or lose if only you follow the Quest!

-The words. Tell me the words!

- "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!"

-To right the unrightable wrong.

-Yes.

-To love, pure and chaste, from afar

-Yes.

-To try, when your arms are too weary,
To reach the unreachable star!

-Thank you. My Lord!

-But this is not seemly, My Lady. On thy knees? To me?

-Oh, my Lord, you are not well!

-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!

-Here, Your Grace!

-My armor! My sword!

-More misadventures!

-Adventures, old friend!

-Oh the trumpets of glory
Now call me to ride,
Yes, the trumpets are calling to me,
And wherever I ride,
Ever staunch at my side
My squire and my lady shall be!
I am I, Don Quixote...

-The Lord of la Mancha
My {Our} destiny calls and I {we} go!
And the wild winds of fortune Shall carry me {us} onward,
Oh, whithersoever... (Don Quixote falters)

-My Lord!

-Master!

Whithersoever they blow
Onward to glory... aah!... I... go... (crumples to the floor, dead.)

De profundis clamo ad te,
Domine, Domine,
Audi vocem meam!

Fiant aures tuae intendae (-He is dead. My master is dead.)

Ad vocem obsecrationis, meae. (-A man died. He seemed a good man, but I did not know him)

Si delictorum memoriam serva veris, (-But...
-Don Quixote is not dead. Believe, Sancho, believe.)

-Aldonza...

-My name is Dulcinea.

Domine, Domine, quis sustinebit.