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Ah! Finally!

In my numb terror,

I saw a copper's mug in every face.

The basin... the column...

"At the feet of the Madonna" my sister wrote me.

Here is the key,

and here is the chapel!

Forever washing!

Every brush is filthier than an urchin's collar.

Sir Painter... No one.

I would have sworn that Cavalier Cavaradossi

had come back.

No. I'm mistaken.

The basket has not been touched.

Angelus Domini nuntiavit Mariae,

et concepit de Spiritu Sancto.

Ecce ancilla Domini,

fiat mihi secundum verbum tuum

et Verbum care iactum est,

et habitavit in nobis.

What are you doing?

Reciting the Angelus.

Sainted Cruets! Her picture!

Whose'?

That girl

who's been coming here in recent days to pray...

Such devotion, such piety.

It is true.

And she was so fervently absorbed

in her prayer

that I could paint

her lovely face unseen.

Away, Satan, away!

Give me the colours.

Oh hidden harmony

of contrasting beauties!

Floria is dark,

my love and passion...

Jest with man, but leave the saints alone.

And you, mysterious beauty

crowned with blond locks,

your eyes are blue

and Tosca's black!

Jest with man, but leave the saints alone!

Art, in all its mystery,

can unite such differing beauties.

Yet as I paint her portrait,

my sole thought

is of you,

Tosca,

only you!

Jest with man, but leave the saints alone!

But these Voltairean dogs,

enemies of the Holy See,

you can't reason with them!

Jest with man, but leave the saints alone!

Yes, they are sinners all!

Let us rather

make the sign of the cross.

Excellency, may I leave?

- As you wish. - Your basket's full.

- You're fasting? - I'm not hungry.

Oh! So sorry!

- Lock up when you leave. - Go on!

I'm going.

Someone's in there!

You! Cavaradossi!

God has sent you!

Don't you recognize me?

So prison has changed me that greatly.

Angelotti! Consul of the late Roman Republic!

I escaped from Castel Sant'Angel0.

I am at your service.

Mario!

Go and hide! It's a jealous woman!

- I'll send her off in an instant. - Mario!

Here I am!

I'm faint from exhaustion.

- There's food and wine in this basket. - Thank you!

Quick!

Mario!

I am here.

- Why was it locked? - The Sacristan's wants it so.

- Who were you talking to? - With you!

You whispered something else. Where is she?

- Who? - Her! That woman!

I heard her quick steps and the rustle of her dress!

- You're dreaming! - Do you deny it?

I deny it and I love you!

Oh! Before the Madonna,

no, my Mario!

First let me pray

and place these flowers.

Now listen, tonight I am singing,

but the show will be brief.

Wait for me at the stage door

and we can go to your villa just the two of us.

Tonight?

It's a full moon,

when the heart is drunk

with the fragrance of nocturnal flowers.

Aren't you happy'?

Very much!

' S33' it again! - Very happy!

How poorly you say it!

Don't you long

for our little house that is waiting for us in the green?

Our sacred nest, unknown to the outside world,

full of love and mystery?

To be at your side listening to the voices of the night

rising through the silent, starlit shadows!

From the woods, from the bushes from dry grass,

from the depths of shattered tombs, scented with thyme,

the night murmurs its minuscule loves

and false counsels to soften the heart.

Oh wide fields, blossom!

Sea breezes throb

in the moon's radiance,

ah, rain down desire, stellar vaults!

Tosca burns with a mad love!

Ah! I am caught in your snare,

m)' Siren!

Tosca's blood burns with a mad love!

Siren, I will come!

Oh my beloved!

But now let me work.

- You send me away? - You know

my work is urgent.

lam going! lam going!

Who is that blond woman up there?

- Mary Magdalene. Do you like her? - She is too beautiful!

Precious laudation!

You laugh? I have seen those sky-blue eyes before.

There are so many in the world!

Wait... Wait...

It's Attavanti!

Well done!

Do you see her? She loves you?

Do you love her? It was pure chance.

Those steps and whispers.

- She was here just now! - Come away!

The shameless flirt! And to me!

By pure chance I saw her yesterday.

She came hereto pray.

And I painted her, unnoticed.

- Swear it! - I swear!

- How fixedly she stares at me! - Come away!

She taunts and mocks me.

Nonsense!

Ah, those eyes!

What eyes in the world could compare with yours, so black and shining?

It is in them that my whole being exists.

Eyes soft with love and proud with anger!

Oh, how well you know the art of making yourself beloved!

My jealous Tosca!

Eyes soft with love

and proud with anger!

What eyes in the world could compare

with yours, so black and shining?

Oh, how well you know

the art of making yourself beloved!

But make her eyes black!

My jealous Tosca!

Yes, I feel it, I torment you unceasingly.

My jealous Tosca!

I am certain you would forgive me...

- ...if you saw my pain! - I idolize you, Tosca.

I love everything about you.

Your audacious ire

and your pangs of love!

Say again

those consoling words!

Say them again!

My life, my troubled love,

I shall always say: "I love you Floria."

Calm your soul,

I shall forever tell you "I love you."

God! How sinful!

You have mussed my hair.

Now you must leave me!

You stay at your work until this evening.

And promise me that by chance or destiny,

blond locks or black, no woman

shall come hereto pray!

I swear it, beloved. Go!

How you hurry me along!

Again?

No, forgive me!

Before the Madonna?

She is so good!

But make her eyes black!

She is a good person, my Tosca,

but she believes in her confessor and hides nothing.

So I said nothing.

It is more prudent.

- Are we alone? - Yes, what is your design?

Depending on events, either to flee

the country or stay in hiding in Rome.

- My sister... - Attavanti?

Yes. She hid some women's clothes

under the altar there.

A dress, a veil, a fan.

As soon as it gets dark I'll put them on.

Now I understand!

The circumspect behaviour

and fervent prayer

of such a young and beautiful woman

had made me suspect

some secret love!

Now I understand!

It was the love of a sister!

She has risked everything

to save me from that scoundrel Scarpia!

Scarpia?

A bigot, a satyr, who exploits the uses of religion

as refinements for his libertine lust, and makes both

the confessor and the hangman instruments of his lascivious wishes!

I'll save you, if it should cost me my life!

But waiting for nightfall is risky. I fear the sun.

The chapel opens onto on a garden.

Beyond that, a cane field that winds through meadows to a villa of mine.

- I know it. - Here is the key.

Before evening I shall join you there. Take the woman's clothing with you.

- Should I put it on? - Not for now, the path is deserted.

Farewell.

If danger appears, go to the well in the garden.

There's water at the bottom,

but half-way down, a little passage leads to a dark chamber.

It's a safe, impenetrable hiding place!

The cannon of the castle!

Your escape has been discovered!

Now Scarpia will let loose his pack!

- Farewell! - I will come with you. We must be careful.

- I hear someone! - If we're attacked we fight!

Joyful news, Excellency!

He's gone. I am disappointed.

He who aggrieves an unbeliever

earns an indulgence!

The whole choir is here! Quickly!

- Where? - In the sacristy. - But what happened?

- You don't know? - Bonaparte... the scoundrel.

- Bonaparte. - Well? What?

He was plucked and quartered and sent down to Beelzebub!

- Who says so? - It's a dream! Madness! - It's the truth.

The news just reached us. Let's celebrate the victory!

And tonight a mighty procession of torches,

a gala at Farnese Palace,

and a new cantata

for the great event with Floria Tosca!

And in the churches, hymns to the Lord!

Now get along and dress, no more clamour!

Run along!

Double pay... Te Deum... Gloria! Long live the King!

Let's celebrate the victory!

Now get along and dress.

Let's celebrate the victory!

Such a hubbub in church!

Such respect!

Excellency, the joyous news...

Prepare for the Te Deum.

- Stay here! - I won't move!

- And search every corner, collect every clue. - Very well.

Keep an eye on the doors,

without arousing suspicion!

Now, as for you,

weigh your answers well.

A prisoner of State has just escaped from Castel Sant'Angel0.

- He took refuge here. - Lord have mercy!

He may still be here. Where is the Chapel of the Attavanti?

Here!

It's open! Archangels!

And there's another key!

A good sign.

Let's go in.

It was a bad mistake to fire the cannon.

The rogue has flown the coop,

but left behind a precious clue,

a fan.

Who was the accomplice who prepared this misdeed?

The Marquise Attavanti! It is her crest!

Her portrait!

Who painted that picture?

Sir Cavaradossi.

Him!

Gods! The bread basket!

Him! Tosca's lover!

So suspicious! A Voltairean!

Empty? Empty!

What did you say? What's happened?

This basket was found in the Chapel.

- Do you know it? - Certainly!

It's the painter's basket. But even so...

Tell what you know!

I left it for him filled with excellent food. The painter's meal!

- The painter's meal! - Then he must have eaten!

- In the chapel? - No. He neither had the key,

nor did he want to eat. He told me so himself.

So I put the basket aside... for safekeeping.

Libera me domine!

It's all clear now.

The Sacristan's food

became Angel0tti's prey! Tosca?

She must not see me.

Iago had a handkerchief to drive a jealous lover mad,

and I a fan!

Mario? Mario!

The painter Cavaradossi?

Who knows where the heretic is and with whom?

He's slipped away, evaporated by his own witchcraft.

Is he deceiving me? No! No!

He could not betray me!

Gentle Tosca,

my hand awaits your delicate hand,

not out of gallantry,

but to offer Holy Water.

Thank you, Sir!

It is a noble example that you set.

Filled with holy zeal,

you draw from Heaven the mastery

of the art of reviving the faith of men.

- Too kind. - Pious women are so rare.

Your life is on the stage.

And yet you come to church to pray.

What are you getting at?

And you are not like some other strumpets

who have the clothes and face of Magdalene

but come here for their love affairs.

What? Affairs?

Your proof!

Is this a painter's tool?

A fan! Where was it?

Where he works.

Someone most certainly came and surprised the lovers,

and she lost her feathers in her flight!

The crown!

The crest!

It's Attavanti's!

Oh prophetic suspicion!

I've achieved my aim!

And I came here dolorously to tell him

that the sky will darken in vain tonight,

for the infatuated Tosca is a prisoner...

The poison works already!

...of the royal celebrations!

The poison works already!

Oh gentle lady, what troubles you?

A rebellious tear runs down her fair cheek, moistening it.

Oh gentle lady, what distresses you so?

Nothing.

I would give my life

to wipe away those tears.

Here I am heartbroken,

while he derides my anguish in the arms of another!

The poison is biting.

Where are they?

If only I could catch the traitors!

Oh such suspicion!

Two loves now occupy the villa!

Traitor!

Oh my fair nest befouled with mud!

I'll fall upon them unexpected!

You shall not have him tonight, I swear!

In church!

God will pardon me.

He sees

that I am crying!

Three men, a carriage. Quick!

Follow her wherever she goes! And take care not to be seen!

Very well. Where shall we meet?

Farnese Palace!

Go, Tosca!

Now Scarpia nests within your heart!

Go, Tosca!

Scarpia now sets loose the falcon

of your jealousy!

Your quick suspicion

holds such promise!

Now Scarpia nests within your heart!

Go, Tosca!

Adjutorum nostrum in nomine Domini

qui fecit coelum et terram...

My will takes aim now at a double target,

and the rebel's head

is not the more precious.

Ah, to see the flame

of those victorious eyes

languid with passion

in my arms.

For him, the rope,

for her, my arms.

Te Deum laudamus:

Te Dominum confitemur!

Tosca, you make me forget God!

Te aeternum patrem

omnis terra veneratur!

Tosca is a good falcon!

By now my hounds will certainly have fallen on both of their prey!

And tomorrow's dawn will see Angelotti

on the scaffold and the fine Mario hanging from a noose.

Is Tosca in the palace?

A chamberlain has just left to look for her.

Open the window.

It is late.

The Diva is still missing from the concert.

And they pluck out gavottes.

You wait for Tosca at the entrance.

Tell her I shall expect her when the cantata is finished.

Or better...

Give her this note.

She will come

out of love of her Mario!

And for the love of Mario she will yield to my pleasure.

Profound love

brings profound misery.

For me, I relish violent conquest

more than the mellifluous surrender.

I take little delight in sighs or vows exchanged at misty lunar dawn.

I know not how to draw chords from guitars,

or horoscopes from flowers,

making puppy eyes,

or cooing like the turtle dove.

I crave. I pursue the thing I crave, I sate myself

and cast it away

and seek new prey.

God made diverse beauties and diverse wines,

I want to taste as many of God's works as I can!

- Spoletta's arrived. - Show him in. He's in good time!

Well, my man, how did the hunt go?

Saint Ignatius help me!

We followed the lady's trail

and found a lonely villa, in a thicket.

She entered and soon emerged alone.

I jumped the garden wall at once with my dogs

and burst into the house.

Well done, Spoletta!

I sniff, I scratch, I rummage...

- And Angelotti? - Nowhere to be found. - Dog! Traitor!

Snake, to the gallows with you!

Jesus!

The painter was there. Cavaradossi?

He knows where the other is.

He showed such taunting irony

in every word and gesture

- that I arrested him. - not bad!

He is there.

Bring in the Cavalier.

Fetch Roberti and the judge.

Such violence!

Good Sir, please be seated.

- I want to know... - Be seated.

I'm waiting.

So be it!

Are you aware that a prisoner...

Her voice!

You are aware that a prisoner

fled today from Sant'Angelo Castle?

- I am not. - Yet it is said

you sheltered him in Sant'Andrea,

gave him food

and clothing...

Lies!

...and took him to a suburban residence of yours.

- I deny it. What proof? - A faithful servant...

To the facts. Who accuses me?

In vain your spies ransacked my villa.

A sign that he is hidden well.

Accusations of a spy!

He laughed at our questions...

And I laugh still...

This is a place for tears!

Beware!

Enough now.

Answer me!

Where is Angelotti?

- I don't know. - You deny you gave him food?

- I deny it. - And clothes? - I deny it.

And asylum in your villa? And that he's hidden there?

I deny it!

Come, Sir, reflect.

Your obstinacy is imprudent.

A ready confession would save enormous pain.

I advise you to tell me.

Where is Angelotti?

- I don't know. - For the last time, where is he?

I don't know.

The ropes you will know!

Here she is!

- Mario, you, here? - Of what you saw there, say nothing,

or you will kill me!

Mario Cavaradossi,

the judge awaits your testimony.

First, the usual formalities. And then...

then as I instruct.

And now let's talk together like good friends.

Don't look so frightened.

I am not afraid.

The story of the fan?

That was foolish jealousy.

So Attavanti was not at the villa?

No, he was alone.

Alone?

Are you quite certain?

Nothing escapes a jealous eye. Alone. Alone.

- Really? - Yes. Alone!

Such fire!

Perhaps you fear betraying yourself.

Sciarrone, what does the Knight say?

He denies it all.

Be insistent.

It's useless!

We shall see, Madam.

It seems that one must lie

to please you?

No, but the truth might abbreviate

an extremely painful hour for him.

A painful hour? What do you mean?

What is going on in that room?

It is force that carries out the law.

Oh, God! What's happening?

Your lover is bound hand and foot.

A hooked ring is bound around his temples,

so that they mercilessly spurt blood at each denial.

It isn't true! It isn't true!

Oh, sneering devil!

He groans! Pity! Pity!

- It is up to you to save him. - Fine!

- But stop it! Stop it! - Sciarrone, loosen him!

Stop everything?

Everything-

And now the truth!

Let me see him.

No!

Mario!

Tosca!

Are they still hurting you?

No. Courage!

Be silent!

I care nothing for pain!

Now Tosca, speak!

I know nothing.

That didn't convince you? Roberti, start again.

- No! Stop! - Will you speak?

No, no! Ah, monster!

You're torturing him. You're killing him!

Your silence tortures him

much more.

You laugh at this horrid suffering?

Tosca was never more tragic on the stage!

Open the door so she can better hear his laments.

L defy you!

Harder! Harder!

- I defy you all! - Speak now.

- What can I say? - Come now!

I know nothing! Must I lie?

- Tell me where Angelotti is! - No! No!

Speak up, come, quickly. Where is he hidden?

I can stand no more! What horror!

Stop this torture.

It's more than I can suffer.

I can stand no more.

Ah!

Mario, will you let me speak?

No, no!

Listen, I can take no more.

Fool! What do you know and what can you say?

Shut him up!

What have I ever done to you?

It is me you torture thus.

It is my spirit. Yes, my spirit

- In the well. In the garden. - Angelotti is there?

Yes.

Enough, Roberti.

- He has fainted! - Murderer!

I want to see him.

Bring him here.

Floria?

My love...

lS it you?

How you have suffered, my darling!

But the just Lord shall punish him!

Tosca, did you talk?

- No, beloved. - Truly?

No!

In the well in the garden. Get him, Spoletta.

- Ah, you have betrayed me! - Mario!

- Accursed woman! - Mario!

- Excellency! News! - What are you looking so worried about?

- It is news of defeat! - How? Where? What defeat?

- At Marengo. - Blockhead! - Bonaparte has won!

- Melas? - No! Melas has fled!

Victory!

Victory!

The avenging dawn now rises

and makes the wicked tremble!

Liberty arises, tyrants shall fall!

Mario, be still!

- Have pity on me! - You see me now rejoice in my own martyrdom.

Go,

shout your boasts!

And now your heart trembles, Scarpia, you executioner!

Pour out the last dregs of your vile soul!

Go, for you die!

Mario,

with you...

Not you!

Save him!

Me? You rather!

My poor supper

was interrupted.

So downhearted?

Come, my fair lady,

sit down here.

Shall we try to find a way

to save him together?

Well, sit down,

and we'll talk.

And first, a sip.

It's a Spanish wine.

A sip

to hearten you.

How much?

How much?

Your price!

Yes, they say that I am venal,

but I do not sell myself

to beautiful women for coin.

If I am to betray my oath of office,

I want other compensation.

I have waited for this hour.

Already in the past I burned with love for the diva.

But just now I have seen you

as I have never seen you before!

Those tears of yours were lava

to my senses

and the hatred in your eyes

only inflamed my desire.

Agile as a leopard

you entrapped your lover.

In that instant I vowed you would be mine!

Ah!

Yes, I will have you!

I'd rather jump!

I hold your Mario in pawn!

Ah! Wretch! Oh, terrible bargain!

I do you no violence.

You are free.

Go.

But your hope is in vain.

The Queen would be merely granting a corpse her pardon!

How you despise me!

Gem!

I want you like this!

Don't touch me, demon! I hate you, hate you!

Fiend, vile villain!

What does it matter?

Quivering with rage or quivering with passion!

- Foul villain! - Mine!

- Help! - Mine!

- Help! - Mine!

Do you hear? It is the drum.

It leads the last march of the condemned.

Time passes!

Do you know what dark work is done down there?

They raise a gallows.

By your wish, your Mario

has but one more hour to live.

I lived for art.

I lived for love.

Never did I harm a living soul!

Whenever I encountered

unfortunate people, I lent a furtive hand.

Always in sincere faith,

my prayers rose

in the holy chapels.

Always in sincere faith,

I brought flowers to the altars.

In the hour of pain,

why, why, Oh Lord,

WW do you repay me thus'?

Jewels I brought

for the Madonna's mantle,

and songs for the stars in heaven

that they shone forth with greater beauty.

In the hour of pain,

why, why, Oh Lord,

WW do you repay me thus'?

Decide!

You want me to beseech you?

Look at me!

With clasped hands I beseech you!

Here,

behold,

and, vanquished, I implore the help of your word!

Tosca you are too beautiful

and too loving.

I yield.

And at a miserable price.

You ask me for a life.

I ask of you an instant.

Go, go, you make me sick!

Who is it?

Excellency, Angelotti killed himself on our arrival.

Then have him hanged dead from the gibbet.

And the other prisoner? Sir Cavaradossi?

Everything is ready, Excellency.

God help me!

Wait.

Well?

Listen.

- He must be freed this instant. - We must dissemble.

I cannot openly grant him a pardon.

Everyone must believe him dead.

- This trusted man of mine will see to it. - How can I be sure?

By the orders I give him in your presence.

Spoletta, shut the door!

I have changed my mind.

The prisoner shall be shot.

Wait!

- As we did with Count Palmieri. - An execution.

A pretend one! As we did with Palmieri!

- You understand? - I understand. - Go.

I want to explain it to him myself.

You will let her pass.

And remember, at the fourth hour.

Yes. Like Palmieri.

I have kept my promise.

Not yet.

I want a safe conduct to flee the country with him.

You want to leave?

Yes, forever.

Your wish shall be granted.

- And which road do you prefer? - The shortest!

- Civitavecchia? - Yes.

Tosca, mine at last!

- Accursed one! - This is the kiss of Tosca!

Help! lam dying!

Help! lam dying!

Does your blood suffocate you?

And killed by a woman!

You tortured me enough!

Can you still hear me? Speak!

Look at me! I am Tosca! Oh, Scarpia!

Help!

Does your blood suffocate you?

Die in damnation! Die!

He is dead!

Now I pardon him!

And before him, all of Rome trembled!

I send you back...

as many sighs...

as there are leaves...

blown by the wind.

You scorn me, and my heart is sick.

Oh lamp of gold, you're killing me!

Mario Cavaradossi?

Here.

You have one hour.

A priest awaits your sign.

No! But I have a last favour

- to ask of you. - If I may...

I leave behind

one person dear to me.

Permit me to write a word to her.

This ring is all that remains of my riches.

If you will promise to give her my last farewell,

it is yours.

Write.

And the stars shone...

...and the earth was perfumed.

The gate to the garden creaked...

and a footstep rustled the sand...

Fragrant, she entered,

she fell into my arms...

Oh sweet kisses,

Oh languorous caresses,

as I tremblingly unloosened her veils

and disclosed her beautiful form.

Gone forever is my dream of love.

That hour has fled

and I die in despair.

And never before

have I loved life so much!

- Floria! - You are free!

"Safe-conduct for Floria Tosca...

and for the Knight accompanying her."

You are free!

Scarpia!

Scarpia yields? This is his first act of mercy.

- And his last! - What are you saying?

He wanted your blood or my love.

My pleas and tears were in vain.

Wild with horror,

I appealed in vain to the Madonna and I turned to the saints.

The evil monster told me

the gallows already stretched their arms to the sky!

The drums rolled

and the evil monster laughed, ready to grasp his prey!

"Are you mine?"

"Yes," I promised myself to his lust.

But there lay shining a sharp blade.

He wrote out the liberating paper,

and came for the horrible embrace.

I planted that blade in his heart.

You? You killed him with your own hand?

You so pious, so kind? And for me!

My hands were covered in blood!

Oh sweet hands,

meek and pure,

Oh hands, meant for the fair works of piety,

caressing children,

gathering roses,

for prayers for the less fortunate...

Then it was in you, made strong by love,

that Justice placed her sacred weapons?

You dealt out death, victorious hands,

Oh sweet hands,

meek and pure.

Listen, the hour is near.

I already collected gold and jewels.

A carriage is waiting.

But first... laugh, my love...

First, you will be shot...

a charade... with blanks,

a mock execution.

Fall down at the shot, the soldiers leave,

and we are saved!

Then we make for Civitavecchia, a fishing boat,

and away by sea!

Free!

And away by sea!

Who still suffers on earth now?

Do you smell the scent of the roses?

Do you feel everything is enamoured,

and awaiting the sun?

Death tasted bitter to me only because of you.

Life takes all its splendour from you.

To my being, all joy and all desire are held in you

like the heat in a flame.

I now shall see through your revealing eyes

how the heavens blaze and darken

and the beauty of all wonderful things

will take its voice and colour from you.

The love that found the way to save your life

shall be our guide

on earth, our pilot on the sea,

and make the world look beautiful.

Until we float, united, into the heavenly spheres,

like light clouds,

at sundown,

high above the sea.

They aren't coming.

Watch out!

When you hear the shot, you must fall at once.

No fear,

I shall fall instantly, and quite naturally.

But be careful not to hurt yourself.

With my stage experience,

I know how to manage it.

Speak to me again as you spoke before.

The sound of your voice is so sweet!

Together and exultant, we shall spread our love through the world,

harmonies of colour.

And spread harmonies of song!

Triumphant

And in harmonious flight

the spirit soars

to the ecstasy of love.

With a thousand kisses I shall seal your eyes,

and call you a thousand loving names.

It is time! I am ready.

Remember, at the first shot, fall.

Don't get up before I call you.

- No, my love! - And fall well.

- Like Tosca in the theatre. - Don't laugh.

- So? - So.

Such a long wait!

Why are they still delaying?

The sun is already rising.

It is a comedy, I know,

but this anguish seems to last for ever!

How handsome my Mario is!

There! Die!

What an artist!

Don't move yet.

Mario! Get up! Quickly!

Mario, come on!

Let's go! Get up!

Dead! Dead!

Oh Mario, dead?

You? Like this? Finished like this?

- Stabbed, I say! - Scarpia!

- The woman is Tosca! - She mustn't escape!

- There she is! - Ah, Tosca, you will pay for his life most dearly!

With my own!

Oh Scarpia!

Before God!