Ottavia

[Spoken word]

Oh, what do I do?

What do I do?

From where am I thinking?

Oh, woman’s miserable sex

If nature is heaven, if nature is heaven

If nature is heaven, free produces us

Then

Then

Then marriage encases us

But if, if we conceive of man

Oh, women’s miserable sex

At our example, at our example

We form our members

We nurse the cruel executioner

That is thin and unlеashed in us

We nurse this cruеl

This cruel executioner that’s thin and unleashes us

And we, we are forced

We are forced by unworthy fates

We give ourselves

We ourselves will give birth to, to death

Nero? Nero, wretched Nero?

Husband (God)

Husband, always damned

And cursed by my heartache

Where

Where

Where are you?

Where are you?

In the arms of Poppea

In her arms you live happy and enjoy her

And in the meantime

The frequent fall of my tears

Even, even it is almost forming

As in a deluge of mirrors in which you aim my suffering

And make your delights

But destiny, destiny, if you really exist

Jupiter, listen to me!

Of impotence I accuse you

Of injustice I charge you

Oh, oh God, I’ve gone too far

And I regret it

So I’ll suppress and bury my sadness in taciturn anguish