Torquato Tasso: A Play

He, whose witticisms never wither, should
Likewise have his share of the new spring.

Princess.
My brother is kind to have brought us
To the country during these days already.
We can be ourselves and, for hours,
Dream ourselves into the golden age of poets.
I love Belriguardo, for I have
Lived many a day of my youth here happily,
And this new green and this sun
Bring back to me the feeling of that time.

Leonore.
Yes, a new world surrounds us!
The shade of these ever-green trees
Is already delightful. The murmuring of these fountains
Refreshes us again; swaying,
The young branches cradle themselves
In the morning wind.
The flowers in the beds look at us
In a friendly way with their children's eyes.