"Father, there is often something mysterious in thy actions. You have never told me of my mother. Who was my mother, dear father?"
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Ah why recall in misery, What tempests dread have moved me? An angel once companion'd me, An angel in pity lov'd me |
he sang.
"Hideous, an outcast, penniless, she blessed my lonely years. Ah! I lost her, I lost her. Death wafted her soul to heaven!—But thou art left me," he said tenderly, beginning to weep.
"There, father, say no more. My questions have made thee sad. I shall always be with thee to make thee happy. But, father, I do not know that you are what you tell me. What is your real name? Is it Rigoletto?"
"No matter, child, do not question. I am feared and hated by my enemies. Let that suffice."