Final Sequence: The Death of Alonso Quijana

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

ALDONZA
Don't you know me?

DON QUIXOTE
Should I?

ALDONZA
I am Aldonza!

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

ALDONZA
Sancho knows. Please, my Lord.

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

ALDONZA
You are my lord, Don Quixote!

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

ALDONZA
Please! Try to remember!

DON QUIXOTE
Is it so important?

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

DON QUIXOTE
I spoke to you?

ALDONZA
And you looked at me! A
nd 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...

DON QUIXOTE
Then perhaps... it was not a dream...

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

DON QUIXOTE
Quest?

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

DON QUIXOTE
The words. Tell me the words!

ALDONZA
To dream the impossible dream
Prepare for 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...

DON QUIXOTE
To right the unrightable wrong
To love, pure and chaste, from afar
To try, though you're wayworn and weary
To reach the unreachable star

DON QUIXOTE
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...

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

ALDONZA
My Lord!

SANCHO
Master!

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

SANCHO
He is dead.
My master is dead.

ALDONZA
A man died.
He seemed a good man, but I did not know him,

SANCHO
But...

ALDONZA
Don Quixote is not dead. Believe, Sancho, believe.

SANCHO
Aldonza...

ALDONZA
My name is Dulcinea.