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Friends, to the sound of whistles,

beating the tambourine,

let's sing praise to the beautiful morning

of such a merry day.

Our lovely mistress

is coming back with her daughter:

love brought the family

together again.

With garlands and bunches of flowers

we shall welcome them,

we shall receive some gifts

and we'll be fine.

The day has come in which

Figaro's plot will be carried out...

Fortune, who favours the brave,

don't disappoint my hope.

This is the place: it is here that Figaro

gave me the appointment:

he must agree with me

the subject of my drama.

But the doors are opening:

here's Figaro coming out.

Long live, forever,

to our master's confidant.

The most skilful and brightest man

that can be found all over the world,

he who settles all matters,

sees everything and knows everything.

Good friends,

everything's fine.

I am happy of my job.

Everything is done... heart, rascal.

I found the subject.

We can count on a good reward.

I want a gripping plot to be invented.

You will soon see the great invention

of a prolific mind.

I trust in you.

I rely on you.

Your fantasy has no equal.

Fantasy of Figaro,

excellent inspiration, stir up.

This will be the most sublime and the last

of my glories.

Thus shall I gloriously conclude

my career.

Imagine that the Count's son-in-law

is man similar to me,

to share with that scoundrel

his daughter's dowry,

to cheat and reduce to silence

three chattering women,

and to end up as a farce

this is the plot I'll write...

Oh! It takes nobody else but Figaro:

I will surpass myself.

Hurrah, friends, we shall spend the day

cheerfully and joyfully.

We shall share the money;

I've all the plot in my mind.

The return of our mistresses will bring us joy.

The trust of a scoundrel...

If all the threads come together...

"comforts me, and gives me courage.

...it will really be a great story

The Count, my lord,

welcomes you, Sir,

and lets you know

that he will send to call for you

when you may be introduced to his presence and the Countess'.

Go then, and pay attention

not to be seen with me, if he comes:

functional to the plot

is my opposition to the wedding...

What?... Why?...

Foolish man, you'll find it out... go away now.

Now, my dear pupil,

let's think of the comedy...

I have all the characters ready in mind,

and the plot is set;

you will easily complete it.

Without flinching

I am here to listen carefully to you...

and I am ready to behave according to your suggestions.

Well then:

a real gentleman, of noble birth,

wants her only daughter to get married;

to help and suggest him, a skilful servant

who took the idea into his head

of making her marry a scoundrel of his same level

to share his money.

Then tricks and secrets,

intrigues and cheats...

until the father is trapped,

his daughter gets married,

with a happy ending for the two scoundrels;

then the curtain drops.

If you follow my suggestion

your fame will be certain.

Farewell, supreme mind.

The Count! Pay attention.

I decided in the end...

Don Alvaro will have...

All that I gathered about his parents

and his habits, it is all in favour of him.

He who writes is a man of honour.

It is my honour.

He will make my Inez

very haPPY-

In vain Figaro tries to give him a bad name...

But if my daughter won't find him lovely

and I force her to marry him...

Hey! What possessed you?

Time heals everything.

Very well then.

What's the use, for our own good,

of getting married for love?

Sooner or later marriage extinguishes

the sparks of passion.

How much did I love Rosina!

How much she loved me too!

Finally I married her...

Do I still love her?

I do not know it.

Sweet transport of tender affections,

if your delights fade so quickly,

happy be the soul that ever felt you.

He properly became a wise man.

Thus I think, thus I hope, that it is a wise suggestion,

that I will make my daughter happy and bright.

Sir, the Countess will be here soon.

ls it decided then

that irrevocably

Inez should marry Don Alvaro?

Of course, if so I wish.

You won't.

Who forbids it?

Caution.

It is true that Don Alvaro is young, pleasant, well-mannered,

and also quite wealthy;

but, as far as I have been told,

his qualities are dimmed by a vice

that I cannot conceal.

A vice! And which?

He's too generous!

Ah, you unreliable man!

Greater is my esteem.

Tonight I will introduce him to the Countess,

right tonight

I will sign the contract.

I will go to pay a visit to him,

and to conclude the bargain

I will give him my word of honour.

O well! That's a great thingl...

poor man, he's really persuaded.

But I am pulling on his leg like a child.

I hear a noise of wheels and horses...

It must be the Countess...

Run after the Count... she's coming.

Welcome to our Mistresses

who returned to the love of their vassals.

Thank you, thank you, good people.

That's enough, dear friends.

It's a merry arrival, indeed!

It makes me angry.

I would cry.

Welcome to our Mistresses

let them receive these garlands

as the most tender gift from our hearts.

To be driven to castle

like a sheep to the slaughterhouse,

and to hear people whispering

compliments to your ears...

It is the greatest torment

that one may suffer.

Dear mowed...

Console yourself.

Ah Susanna . ....

Heart!

I am bereft of every hope.

Eh! Love can mend everything.

Cherubino has been informed already,

and will seek for remedy.

But the bridegroom has arrived already.

He came and he will go away.

You make things easy:

tell me what you suggest to do.

Three women, and we fear!

It's truly a shame.

Caresses and tears,

then fainting,

are excellent means

to win men;

boldness is the last

as well as a deny.

This is the remedy,

It's worth trying.

Then we shall have to think of some tricks,

in the end, we are women, and we are cunning:

we shall see who's going to win the game.

I bow humbly before your Exoellenoes.

To you, Susanna,

my sweet half,

may my embrace tell

how great is the joy

I feel seeing you again.

Scoundrel! Get out of here!

Nice compliment!

O sweet words

of my lovely spouse,

once again you came

to flatter my ears.

Listen:

I bet that this marriage

was one of your ideas.

On the contrary, now that I dared

to show myself angry

with the Count himself...

ls the Count then

firm in his decision?

He's as steady as a rock.

Alas! Protect us...

I'll do everything I can.

I'd rather die

than getting married to a man,

whom I have never seen before,

and I do not love.

I won't let him perpetrate

such a crime.

He's a raving lunatic.

You impudent!

The Count!

The beautiful scene!

You must know, and may it suffice,

that I am the only one to take decisions,

and that my orders must be carried out

at all costs.

Sir!

What's the matter?

A stranger

knocked to the gates of the park

asking to let him in.

Let him in then.

It is Cherubin!

Be careful!

A kind Colonel,

who takes care of me,

sends me from Seville

to the most lovely Sir.

He's very cunning, indeed.

How beautiful!

Cherubim.!

My heart beats.

Deh! I just need you for a moment

with your face of a scoundrel;

SUPPQIT my plan,

and sharpen your wit, Love.

He prays me, with this letter,

to take you into my service.

It may be of great help.

Heaven wills!

Alas... I do not want.

What's your name?

My name? Figaro.

It is my namel...

Yours! What?...

A rare, unrivalled man,

that destiny offers to me.

I am proud and happy of it,

I carry off fortune and honour:

I would be a happy man if Your Excellency

does not mind and let me stay.

Yes, stay.

Oh happiness!

Be calm!

Oh favour! Oh sublime goodness!

At your orders, kind ladies...

Take a rest, elder brother,

every time, watchful and alert,

night and day the cadet will be.

Thank you, Love: I reached my purpose;

smartness will play the rest.

Come with me;

you who dared

to stand up to criticize your master,

you should thank my kindness if, right now,

I do not send you away from me.

I hope to see you ready and willing.

Here we are at home finally,

where we can easily see, spy and learn everything.

The devil is not as ugly as it seems...

Figaro, that cunning, skilled man,

he did not recognize me either.

In fact,

I've been missing for many years,

and over twelve years

the young and delicate page

turned into a tall and adult man.

Cherubino!

MY dear?

Be silent, for charity's sake.

There is nobody here.

Sweet friend, hold me.

What are you thinking about?

What have you planned?

Oh! My darling!

Nothing yet.

And time flies.

You are too easy to get worried:

you know that love knows many tricks.

Ah! While you think over it, the others decide:

and they are skilful as well.

I will act as circumstances suggest.

What if your hopes should fade?...

Then... my dear...

we are done for it.

Love, you who make the shy bold,

join our plot.

With your usual tricks and cheats

teach us the way to win.

Are you more confident now?

Yes.

But we ought to fear

another enemy, more cunning.

Figaro will surely throw his weight behind my father.

Oh! I know the tricks of that scoundrel.

We will win him

with his own tricks:

the poor man seems a little dazed:

in vain he will try to harm.

You are not speaking to a deaf.

Oh! Good Heaven!

What's happened?

We are lost: Figaro was here... he heard us...

for sure he run to warn the father.

If you did not slip my name,

we can find a solution...

Be silent... somebody's coming.

Go along with me, and don't be afraid.

No, milady: I am saying it once again

with the same words.

For nothing in the world,

I would betray, or cheat the Count.

He's the father, he loves you a lot,

and he knows well what's he's doing.

Yes, but he wants me to get married

to a man that I cannot love:

my tears irritate him,

my sorrow does not touch him...

If you refuse to help me...

Ah!... You'd better obey to me.

This is the only match.

As far as I am concerned, I don't care about it.

Sham! Have you listened to him?

Sir!... oh! Something went wrong.

Go: I won't pay heed

t0 yOUf nonsense.

Listen... Oh! What a sticky situationl...

He tricked me.

If we dodge that blow,

we are really great!

Bravo, Figaro!

Ah!...

Sir! Whatever?

I know all... Fine...

Your faithfulness, your prudence,

will be rewarded as it's convenient.

Learn, foolish woman, from a servant,

how to obey to my orders.

You, liar, don't dare to come here

slandering him once again.

To slander me!

But Sirl... Listen to my words.

I won't listen to a sham.

Only one thing.

Be silent, unworthy man...

Hey! Come on, friend...

Obey... Wise up.

Sir... I am the plaintiff

and I ask you to forgive.

O what a pearl, what a jewel,

Cherubin, you gave me!

I am uplifted,

I'll never let it go.

I wouldn't be able to say, between the two of them,

who's the sillier and the duller:

when the game is over

we will laugh a lot!

The ploy was great:

he swallowed the whole story:

if it goes on like this

it is useless to lose hopes.

Me, to be his laughingstock!

I am thunder-struck...

I will be quiet, and wait

to get my revenge.

If you start again to gamble

I will immediately fire you.

Sir...

See how sad is he.

He misunderstood, indeed.

Sir, my reply...

He is sure;

don't say anything, he forgave you.

Wrecked man! There's no way out,

he overwhelmed me with his words.

From today onward, may my wife and my daughter,

Susanna, Figaro and my family know,

that you are my only lovely servant,

whom I trust, whom I rely on,

go, keep hoping and serve me loyally.

Thank you, Sir...

What a cheek!

But our Figaro...

Let him be.

He must obey

or he'll be fired.

I know the tricks of that scoundrel:

You'd better learn the lesson well! - You damned! You dare to laugh at me!

He wants to be the only one, he cannot tolerate anybody else;

I am wrapped up, I am confused:

what is the gain of these meddlers?

You may well get angry, bear the grudge, - but our plot turned out to be aimless; - be careful, Figaro, or forget it:

we know you, we are ready for anything. - but this time he lost; - let him laugh as much as he likes;

You'd rather bite the bullet. - he will regret if he goes on. - we shall see who's the winner in the end.

Figarol... Wake up...

where did that scoundrel come from?...

I am really confused...

for sure, he has been sent here to report...

but whom to?

Here I am again; the plot

lacks only the last scene.

It's too soon:

other things happened;

right in this moment I found out

a new character.

It could be... If he acts in accordance with the daughter...

he may be a kind of lover...

Ah!...

Good heavens!

Ah! What a brilliant idea! A lover in disguise...

Yes... of course...

how could I be so confused not to realize it?

His countenance, his look, his behaviour,

and every word he said should have suggested me...

Ah!... I caught you...

Let's enjoy this beautiful moment!

Now you are in my power,

the plot has been thwarted... o daring women

You conspired!... tremble... I am the only one to give orders...

It will be according to my will...

you'll creep again like worms, as before.

See his style! His words!

Apollo speaks through him.

Let's go,

to show the truth to the father...

and let the traitor be kicked off when he least expects it.

What enthusiasm!

Yet... this scene is mine.

Not Susannal... neither my love!...

They should have been herel...

I start to conceive

new intrigues and new actions.

Ah! Susanna!

Milady!

to show the truth to the father...

Nothing, nothing, it's still too soon.

He's busy with the Master.

Did you speak to him?

I did.

What does he plan to do?

He's undecided.

Your husband?

Like a hound he scents and smells here and there.

It is not convenient, Milady,

that he may see us here.

In silence, slowly, slowly...

Let's hide, for the moment...

Yourlmy husband will surely try to discover more.

We shall let him realize that it's not easy to swindle us.

If you swindle me once again,

if you keep acting like a swindler,

I will have you beaten up, in reward.

If I swindle you once again,

If you are left disillusioned,

I want you to hang me

to this tree.

Do you think that I have been cheated?

ls he the one who cheats me?

He' s a lover in disguise,

whom Susanna let in.

I want to trust you: let's try.

Not too bad.

What shall we do?

Let's hide in there,

and carefully watch.

Are we alone?

The place is empty.

Ah! Susanna how I laugh!

The game is at its peak.

Let Figaro come: I challenge him.

That awful man does not understand

how aimless are his efforts to bother us,

how aimless are his efforts to bother us,

love is with us,

and will grant us victory.

Oh! The fool will learn

he'll be the odd man out .

You won't get rid of me.

Hey! Go to the hell.

Servants... fellows... come on! Hurry up.

Guys... There's a lot of people!

Guys... There's a lot of people!

Heaven!... what do I see?...

I am so surprised.

I am so surprised.

Sir!... we are here.

Arrest that unworthy man:

he's a lover in disguise.

Alas! Our plot has been thwarted.

We must take a decision.

Ah! Sir... don't be angry...

Ah! Sir... don't be angry...

Dear Figaro, forgive me...

I won't! I'll beat you.

Ah! Sir, don't be angry...

Yes, I am guilty, I am the culprit.

But Susanna is too lovely

But Susanna is too lovely

to see her, without falling in love.

How? What?...

Susanna!

Oh, bravo!

I really didn't expect it.

Fortune, smile on this cheat!

I feel relieved.

You, Susanna!

Oh! Heaven, my sheer breathlessness!

Oh! Heaven, my sheer breathlessness!

I do not dare to raise my eyes.

In such a mess,

in such a contest

in such a contest

for him alone my heart throbs,

for him alone I fear;

I do not even dare

to make any movement.

He seems as stricken

He seems as stricken

by a thunder

I would laugh,

I cannot speak...

I cannot speak...

He bought it

by himself.

This man must be the devil... - The Count...

I am amazed, I cannot make up my mind... - gives faith to the subterfuge...

I am amazed, I cannot make up my mind... - gives faith to the subterfuge...

I do not know anymore what to think, what to say. - Figaro does not dare to raise his eyes...

- What great fun it will be afterwards!

Ah! Come and kneel down at his feet,

your tears may calm him down,

and if he's not a barbarian, he will forgive.

My sweet Figaro!

Elder brother!

Come on! Forget our mistake:

Come on! Forget our mistake:

we promise that it will have no consequences.

Stand up, devil, stand up, coquette,

my revenge will be terrible,

my revenge will be terrible,

the devil in person will not be able to save you.

Forgive, o fool, you know how women are...

Don't show your jealousy now...

Don't show your jealousy now...

It is the most foolish thing.

Figaro jealous!... ha! ha! ha! ha!

Figaro jealous!... ha! ha! ha! ha!

Wicked you! How can it be?...

I want to say, to act...

What?...

To surrender and forgive...

Good!

Oh! What noble heart!

Oh! What noble heart!

So it must be done.

Let the whole thing be forgotten,

let nobody realize it...

Let's not provide subjects

to other people's talkativeness.

A clue, one only word

is like a flow of water in a vast plain.

Shallow, it washes away the soil,

Shallow, it washes away the soil,

slowly, slowly, it flows far away,

little by little, it grows,

it broadens, digs its bed,

turning into a rivulet, then a stream,

then a river which furiously

roars and swells, floods and inundates

the countryside and the town.

Let's keep this scene secret,

Let's keep this scene secret,

let's not talk about it.

The affair was peculiar,

quite amazing indeed.

We must not talk about it any longer

or the master will send us away.

But between us...

Neither between us.

Neither between us.

Why not?

Because so things are.

The castle is already crowded.

The castle is already crowded.

It is not true.

Oh! It is true.

Here they scream,

here they make noise...

Plagio, sharpen your whit.

Plagio, sharpen your whit.

You may find an episode...

It is somehow the same:

It is somehow the same:

as far as it comes unexpected,

it will achieve good effects.

There is people thinking

that the disguised lover was a real mystery.

Good Apollo!

Have I correctly understood?

They seem to read my thoughts.

They think that the matter

will take a different turn.

Do you want to get over with it,

you gossipy?

Eh! Of course, it's clear.

Dear girls, come on,

tell us, speak:

what happened?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Just tell me

how did it end up? Who was the one

who made you guess the ending of the comedy?

Which comedy! You must be crazy!

What? I, crazy!

Barking mad.

For pity's sake, be kind,

do not refuse to inform me...

Don't you know

that you may ruin my plot...

A Muse is begging you,

don't wait to be asked again.

But, sir, you are wrong,

we do not know what you are talking about.

It has nothing to do

with a group, or a plot...

You are barking mad,

you should seek a physician.

Everyone looks at me, and laugh,

and talks of me...

poor fellows!

I don't care

of their mockeries, their cheats:

we shall see it

at the end of the play.

By the way, I'd like more

that expedient

if it would not fall on me.

I am sure

that my husband

will not forget it.

She's alone: let's get to work!

What is making you laugh?

Making me laugh?

I laugh thinking back

to the scene occurred shortly before:

you were great!

You are my ideal half.

Ah! Figaro... remember

that I know you well...

And in vain you claim

not to be angry with me.

I can see anger in your face.

Anger!

You must be wrong.

I know you much better

and I can see other feelings in your eyes.

Explain yourself.

ListenL.

Oh! This is a good one.

In your eyes, little rascal,

I see a pixie, a goblin,

who's telling me, clearly:

be careful, or she'll cheat you.

What you read in my eyes

is just a free play of your imagination.

The goblin is the jealousy

that still torments you.

Come on, drop the mask.

You understand me.

Not at all.

That friend cannot be Figaro.

No! And who else?

(If he knew the truth!)

Come on, tell me the truth.

What must I say?

What must I say?

Who is he?

You must be raving.

Farewell.

No, stay here with me.

The little rascal has understood me;

let's press on the matter.

The old fox became suspicious; - The little rascal has understood me;

we should not lack courage. - let's press on the matter.

Scoundrel, I know you well;

I am more shrewd than you are.

Hey! Don't resist me!

Let's me hasten to my mistress.

Come on, tell me everything,

in plain words.

Don't bother me!

Blessed Apollo,

I found you in the end.

He comes in at the proper moment.

Damned you!

Nobody e|se's poetic imagination could invent

a more surprising argument.

Yes, yes...

Hear what's saying.

The next time.

Quickly: let's press him.

Halt...

Listen to him.

I'm dealing it.

Be careful.

No, no, I answer...

That intriguing...

I know all: leave me!

He claims to be a lover...

Off... Get over with it!

Hey! Go to the devil,

you and your argument:

I am not looking for stories,

I hear nothing.

I am consumed with rage,

I am out of my mind.

Because of that fool,

I had a narrow escape:

Figaro, you'll be

left disappointed.

Snort, philosophize,

fume to yourself.

Sisters, Nymphs,

what's going on?

He's raving,

He's out of his mind...

Poor Plagio,

you are for it, indeed.

Now I begin to understand...

This is the usual attitude of protectors:

they're human until their protégés

don't put them in the shade;

but they can oppress them

when their talents

stir their envy...

But don't be sad, my Muse.

Let's keep flattering our benefactor

with greater adulation:

such is the destiny

of so many friends and colleagues of mine,

and I cannot think

that things may change for me:

it does not matter to adulate,

as long as our gain is granted.

Shut the door.

Uh! What fright!

The Count and the Countess

are quarrelling about you.

Figaro is very busy

with the preparations of the party,

and cannot come to break our heads.

In the meanwhile, Cherubin...

Be silent... somebody's coming.

Here I am.

Now it is really important

that the door is closed.

We have not talked to each other

for over a quarter 0 fan hour.

Now finally

all the three us are here together...

Come, let's talk, let's agree...

You must know that

I finally saw Don Alvaro:

he will not be your husband;

he shall have to leave as he came.

Very well.

There's nothing else I wish. But...

They have beaten.

Susanna!

Alas!

Here we are.

Oh Godl... what shall we do?

We need to find a hiding-place.

Where? Where?

I don't know.

Susanna, hey! I'm saying to you.

I am coming.

What an intrigue!

Ah! You, go that way.

You here... under the mantle.

BY Jove!

I'll break the door down.

lam here... so... fine.

Locked inside here...

What's going on?

I do everything to avoid you;

but in vain.

Does it take so long to open?

Now it's open: what do you want?

I must leave.

Give me the mantle.

I go to call for the notary.

Your mantle!

Are you afraid to freeze?

It is already late,

and it's beginning to rain.

And so?

Whom did I talked to?

Just a moment!

Oh what a mess!

I decided:

this is what I want.

The master!

What shall we do?

I have had enough

of her whims.

Her rooms are closed...

Go...

let her come here.

Think of her sorrow...

Don Alvar will soon be here.

“fink whee , mmm . . ...

The joke went too far.

Vain are your reasons:

drop dead, insane women,

so I want, so it will be.

but the contract will be signed. - There's no remedy, she has but to obey.

If I go away, the hound will come: it will scent everywhere.

Aren't you going?

Yes... I go...

Quickly.

What are you doing?

What's going on here?

I am ready... but His Excellency...

If he holds out...

It is safer to go all together.

Hey! What's that? Are you afraid?

If I go away, the hound will come: it will scent everywhere.

Yes, quickly...

The cloak.

You can go without it.

The hat...

No...

Eh! Come on!

Ah!

We are done for.

What do I see?

Now I understand.

What are you doing here?

What shall I say? We'll be in trouble.

Ah! Sir, look here.

Inez!

Heaven!

I can hardly believe it.

Damned!

I finally realize,

i was betrayed and cheated...

I found a real treasure,

a beautiful pearl, in truth.

In vain I sharpen my wits,

what's the use of skill and ability?...

Cards have been shuffled,

I will have to leave.

See how a little hazard

has upset all the plot!

I am confused, I tremble...

Who knows how things will end up!

My pocket, brightly...

The plotter has been won...

Already counted and cash

is the half of the dowry.

See how a little hazard

has upset all the plot!

I am confused, I tremble...

Who knows how things will end up!

Reckless! Who are you? What do you want?

You should give me a reason for your insult.

I lost my mind and my heart

Speak... or did you remain speechless?

I am a person who took up the task

of thwarting the plot of that scoundrel,

to snatch from the claws of a cruel man

an innocent, betrayed beauty.

Only when the plot will be thwarted

I will show who I am.

Seducer!

Traitor!

How impudentl

Go immediately away from this castle.

Spouse!

Father!

I beg your pardon, Sir.

I will make the two of you make up your mind,

and you, coquette, prepare your luggage:

I don't want to see you again in my house.

You shall acknowledge your mistake

by the time I'll be back.

Fear, reckless!

Ah! Stop...

Be silent: this will make you happier and more serene.

Go away: let's conclude the story.

You, unworthy, pick up your belongings.

You, bold man, you'd better thank your good star

if I haven't sent you away in other ways.

The scoundrel rejoices and boasts...

He triumphs, and laugh at us...

Alas! Rage and scorn are killing me.

I haven't the courage to raise my eyes.

Now I will have a good time,

now I'll take my place again:

if I get rid of my wife,

I may well say to be happy.

It's not time to crow over your victory,

you keep hoping, you curb your anger;

it will be seen who laid snares,

I will reveal who l am before night.

Figaro!

My master.

You are a good fellow.

You deserve all my esteem.

I am as happy as if I had won the jackpot .

Go quickly then,

and bring the notary here as soon as you can.

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Oh! The greatest spur is money to me.

They will see that I won't let them

pull on my legs anymore;

I am fed up to do what they want

because I am the master

Yet, you'll have to act according to my will.

Yet, I am sorry that Susanna is leaving.

Oh! I said it.

I let my anger

carry me away.

And you'll withdraw.

Whom do I see! It's her.

Let's not make foolish things.

Humble attutide.

Sir.

What do you want?

What do you exact from me?

Nothing. Only,

before leaving, tears prevent me from speaking.

Quickly.

Abandoned... by my beloved master...

I've understood: take,

this money may help you,

until you don't find

another job.

Ah! It is not this to torment me, Sir:

but to see you never again...

it breaks my heart

You wanted it, ungrateful woman,

you can only accuse yourself;

there is no justification nor excuse

for your unfaithfulness.

Rightly I am sent away,

I see, my fault is too serious.

I don't beg for your forgiveness,

I only implore your pity.

Which pity?

At least not to be hated by you.

To hate youl... no, I don't hate you.

I am very relieved.

Let me kiss your beloved right hand...

No.

Ah! I won't leave you.

Ungrateful! Weak heart!... what am I doing?

Ah! I feel I cannot resist... - Good! His eyes are filled with tears...

to keep on... - little by little, he surrenders...

For I loved her, I remember, - Oh! When he least expects it

and she loved me too. - He will do what I want.

Then I leave...

Listen.

Oh Godl... If I stay, I will die at your feet.

Yes, stay: I will forget everything.

What! You!... Your noble heart!

I forgive you; but remember...

I would rather die than offend you again.

Yes, stay; for the moment,

may your previous fault be forgiven;

If you take loving care of me

I will be able to forget it.

I told you, in my own way,

I will not do it again for the rest of my life!

Happy me! I still find

my dear, good hearted master.

Such a beautiful soul, a beautiful heart

cannot be so cruel.

I'll make the most of it,

I will tell it afterwards.

Yes, stay, I forget everything.

I forgive you.

Sir, please,

I'm ready to serve you...

Our master

was advised:

I hope he does not mind

to wait a little.

I can hardly believe

that Inez may like him.

Here is the Countess

together with my daughter.

Let me introduce Don Alvaro to you, Countess.

Inez, he will become your husband.

BY Jove!

She looks very pretty indeed!

What a gloomy look!

Dear ladies, I come to ask,

from the Count's mouth,

from your mouth,

for your consent.

messed me

If you grant it to me.

Well, what are you doing?

Answer, speak.

Come on: stand up,

don't be shy anymore.

Don't you like me?

Ah! No, I tell you frankly.

What?

What impudence!

What courage!

Don't be angry.

If my tender attentions,

and faithful love

may be returned one day,

I still keep hoping.

Can you hear him, foolish girl?

What do you answer to such a delicate man?

That in vain he hopes

to be loved.

If you have a generous heart

in your breast,

turn to another object

the love that you offer to me.

Unworthy!

Ah“. Ah“.!

Very good!

Oh! You are very demanding...

He's so delicate indeed!

Ah! To renounce to you...

is not possible.

How do you dare to speak this way?

My heart, if you do not know it,

burns with another love.

You make me unhappy,

you make my sorrow everlasting.

An horrible chain - I can hardly believe

will be for me this marriage. - to such recklessness.

What does this scene means?

What offence have you done to me?

If he resists to yourlher sorrow

he's not got a father' heart in his breast.

If he resists to my sorrow

he's not got a father' heart in his breast.

Be silent.

Oh! God! Speak...

Father!...

Stand aside, reckless.

Mister Count, forgive,

I am not so tenacious.

Father...

Between us the word given is sacred,

the stubborn girl will obey.

Well then, let the hateful wedding

be celebrated,

my torments will nourish

with your heart.

My sorrow,

less cruel than you,

will save me

from this anguish.

Ah! Everything is useless, their heart is harder than a stone: -I cannot figure any happy ending, - She can be understood, if she does not want him

love only can save us from this trouble. - I do not own my dowry yet. - it is not possible to change the heart.

Hold back, o cruel,

your daring words:

you are stirring my wrath.

Mister Count, forgive. - Father, ah! God!

the stubborn girl will obey..

Well then, let the hateful wedding

be celebrated.

Don Alvaro!

Sir!

Are you a friend of mine?

Yes.

Do you wish to become my son-in-law?

There's nothing else I could wish

beyond this honour.

Then forget the whims you heard.

Inez will be yours...

come with me.

Sit down there for a moment,

mister notary, and wait

that I announce your presence to my master.

In the meanwhile you can prepare the contract.

It's ready.

Much better.

It will be soon done.

Mister Figarol...

Oh! Hell, go away.

As if I had the wings.

He will soon be back.

Thanks. The moment has come to celebrate the wedding.

The moment for the contract will not be further delayed.

Ah! Did you come for the wedding?

You know

that every plot has the same ending.

And you came for this?

Of course.

What do I hear? Who has called for you?

Figaro.

I am here for the same reason.

You! By Jove!

You won't claim my rights,

You won't horn in my writings.

Come on, don't be angry...

(He's the local notary). I give you my seat.

I am a gentleman, and I know the good manners.

I bid farewell.

(Go away). Servant.

Prudence.

Are you waiting for me?

Yes Sir.

The contract is ready?

Almost,

forgive me if I took the decision...

On the contrary, you did well.

I will return your favour.

Have you written all what I asked you to?

Yes, Sir, here it is.

This is just a first sample of my skill.

It will become more audacious...

That's it. You are too modest.

The characters are varied:

good and kind the mother,

the daughter pure and shy,

the father, a foolish stubborn.

What?

Yes.

Whom are you talking about?

About that poor man

who has a daughter, and wants her to many

at all costs to a swindler.

Insolent! Reckless!

So you dare to speak in my presence?

The fault should fall on Figaro,

for he gave me such a subject.

He must be drunk, or silly: - O misfortune! I have already understood...

he does not know what he says. - I must cancel my dedication.

Sir...

Scoundrel!

Traitor!

Ahi! Ahi! What's happened?

So, I am a stubborn man?

I am a swindler?

Who said this?

You, traitor.

Yes, ask it to the notary.

Which notaryl... Ha! Hal Ha!

He's a poet, and he talked to you

about his comedy.

What did he come for?

I came to ask Figaro's suggestion

on my last scene.

And where has the notary gone?

If he was the one I saw here,

he went away irritated, and he won't come back.

May I come in?

Who's coming?

The notary.

Not too bad... who sent you here again?

A man... that I met on the way.

A man? Who may he be?

I do not know.

It doesn't matter: sit down, and write.

And the bride?

She cannot be late.

She's coming.

Let's be quick.

Hurrah, hurrah!

What cheers are these?

There are vassals outside, applauding,

that I invited for the celebration.

All the inhabitants of the town,

Sir, gathered here to rejoice,

for the celebration of the happy marriage

with cheers that came from their hearts.

Finally the moment has come - The scene can work without this,

in which I will see my wishes fulfilled. - also the dim can help.

In your presence etcetera... of their free will

here convened etcetera... the undersigned...

Donna Inez...

and Don Alvaro.

Your qualities?

Torribio, former servant of Cherubino.

Everything is lost.

Oh! Joy!

What's that? What scene is this?

Figaro 's astonishment makes it clear.

A swindler, a traitor flattered you, Sir.

Love in the end allowed me to discover their treachery.

Love!

Yes, I love your daughter of true love.

And she loves me too.

It's true.

Oh! This is a good one!

Oh! My astonishment!

Hadn't he been here, the cruel

would have pursued their treacherous plot!

Inez wants him , he loves her...

Well then, he'll marry her.

Between surprise and joy, - He does not speak and mumbles,

hope and fear - woe if the thunder breaks out!

the heart uncertain wavers - Double mess, and double

and keeps throbbing. - ruin it will cause.

Between surprise and joy, - Here the plot turns to its ending,

hope and fear - the group is close together.

the heart uncertain wavers - The plot of the drama

and keeps throbbing. -will be very beautiful.

I send Figaro away:

i don't want to see him anymore.

May the lovers join together,

and this be the end.

Oh! Happy moment!

Oh! Apollo!

Oh! Unhappy day!

After so many intrigues and throbs

at least every soul can breathe.

After fear and pangs

sweeter is calm to the heart.

Love that is propitious to marriage

will not disturb this peace.

This is the wicked fruit

of my many intrigues!

Everybody is angry with me,

nobody wants to look at me.

To see, to be silent and slipping off

will be the best thing I can do.

The comedy is over,

really, it was not too bad.

The plot is simple,

yet it contains the moral .

I hope that the Audience

may clap hands and cheer.