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Saturninu


A bois pedo, oh zente Patrìtzia:
cun s'arma in manu est a la sustènnere
sa causa mia, a tales chi giustìtzia
b'apat, in sutzessione, de otènnere.
Su primu so de chie, pro defèndere
su dïadema, b'at post'agudìtzia
In mene vivat cussa dignidade
no mi fetedas tortu a custa edade

Noble patricians, patrons of my right,
Defend the justice of my cause with arms;
And, countrymen, my loving followers,
Plead my successive title with your swords.
I am his first born son that was the last
That ware the imperial diadem of Rome;
Then let my father's honours live in me,
Nor wrong mine age with this indignity.

Bassianu

Amigos chi pro su deretu meu
(chi so Bassianu, de Tzesare fizu)
in Campidògliu mi dades granzeu:
su meu at a esser contivizu
de ondrare de virtude e de abbizu
s'iscrannu contra a mantzas e deleu.
E tando, zente, in grandu libertade:
deretu 'e seberare impreade!

Romans, friends, followers, favourers of my right,
If ever Bassianus, Caesar's son,
Were gracio…