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What a lovely day, what contentment!

All around is happiness.

Here love rejoices and sparkles.

I suffer and sigh under a hundred troubles.

For me tranquility does not shine.

For me there is no happiness.

My heart leaps with pleasure.

I will rejoice amidst music and song.

And sweet Sandrina will I be mine.

I am unhappy, I am wretched!

Cruel fate is determined to oppress me.

No one is more miserable than I.

She never looks at me, she never listens to me.

She is driving me to distraction,

that cruel, pitiless lady!

That monkey has bewitched him, he languishes and yearns.

But if he provokes me he will pay for me!

Bitter sorrow must be concealed.

Arise, my Sandrina.

You are too gracious, you are too kind.

My evil star shall be placated.

I cannot leave her alone,

She is so lovely.

Men are full of falsehood.

What a lovely day, what contentment!

All around is happiness.

Here love rejoices and sparkles.

Three cheers for the good taste of my most delightful gardener,

who is the most welcome flower of spring.

Don Ramiro, Sandrina,

cheer up. At any moment we are expecting my niece as a bride

Let as prepare banquets and festivities.

I do not wish to see any sadness, for today is a time of joy.

In vain I scheme...

I vain I pretend not to care...

My friend, I very much fear...

... that love is the cause of your trouble.

Take my advice; choose another beauty, give her your heart.

For if love wounds you, love will heal you.

Heaven forbids that, scarcely freed from my chains

I should seek new fetters.

May I never entertain such a crazy idea

as to fall in love again.

If one day the little bird ...

... escapes from its cage,

it will not cheerfully fly...

... around the hunter.

Scarcely having escaped from an amorous adventure,

the idea of another trap...

... how it makes me tremble!

Now that we are on our own, let us talk a little about ourselves.

Dear Sandrina, let me declare myself in two words.

I burn, I die for you. your gaiety, your charm has suddenly bowled me over.

What are you saying, Sir? A poor country girl ...

Sandrina must come to do her chores with us.

Sandrina shall remain. Go away! What do you want?

I obey.

Witch

As I was telling you, sweet dream of my heart...

I know what I am saying and what I think... And it is enough.

Pardon me if I interrupt...

What a nuisance!

Where do you wish us to put Madam's wedding dress?

In the boudoir, in a room, in the kitchen!

Pardon me once again. Cheeky woman!

No more, my dear one, that face ennobles the humble,

it does not demean them. Let us go.

What do you hope for?

I want to make you my wife.

You will say that I am ...

I say that you are impudent, Insolent, foolhardy and tiresome!

Only one word ...

Go off, leave, vile little woman!

I go, I go. So much the worse!

But you shall pay for ¡t, nasty little creature!

Excuse me, Sir...

No, listen, wait.

Do not go, my dear.

If you but knew... (I am beside myself)

What agitation, what tumult excites my heart!

I do not know whether it is hope or fear.

In my breast I hear

a sweet sound ...

... of flutes and oboes.

What joy, what contentment! I am faint with delight!

There is no greater pleasure.

But, oh God, suddenly the harmony changes

and makes my heart beat faster!

Viols enter

and their gloomy melody disquiets me.

Then a great noise ensues, the timpani, the trumpets,

bassoons and double bass...

... plunge me into despair.

How many misfortunes have I suffered up to now from a malignant fate!

In pain, abandoned by my lover,

In disguise, content to spend my days in menial tasks.

If only I could at toast see the heartless man again!

But what good is my despair?

- Marchioness... - For heaven's sake, be quiet,

you might be overheard!

We are alone, there is no one here to hear as.

You know that a year has passed since that unhappy night

when Count Belfiore, consumed with mad jealousy,

mercilessly stabbed me, and at once

believing me to be dead, left me and departed.

What a terrible event!

The more thought of it reduces me to tears.

Ah my dear servant, you know that only my desire once again to find my lover

led me to wander a bout Iin this disguise with you,

with everyone supposing that you are my cousin.

But scarcely have I arrived here,

than a new disaster threatens me.

But that, pardon me for saying so, seems to me to be madness:

since fate has brought us to this pleasant place

where the Mayor is in love with you ...

This is the very reason which urges me to leave'

because I am compelled to listen all day to the sighs,

the yearnings and reproaches of an importunate lover...

But, my lady,

who forces you to love him back?

Follow the style of other women.

Pretend. Flatter him

Smile coyly at him.

I do not like that style.

Men ought to be loved, not avoided.

Well said!

There you are!

We are the cause of all evil.

Poor women, what a terrible fate!

There is no peace for as, no contentment,

neither charm nor beauty help us.

We poor women, wretched, unfortunate

hardly have been born when we begin to suffer.

Unhappy in childhood,

overworked while growing up.

and in the bloom of our lives, whether we are ugly or beautiful,

accursed love comes to torment us.

Ah, poor women,

it would be better for as never to be born,

or to die.

For my pa rt I do not understand what is the matter with him.

But I think my mistress is about to go mad.

But perhaps... but with cut a doubt, my case is worse,

because I am consumed with love for Serpetta.

She evades me and chassis me away,

She never even looks me in the face.

What shall I do?

I will lament

30 that She may love me!

Iron is subdued by the hammer's force,

marble can be worked by the chisel's force.

But a woman's heart cannot be kept in check,

can not be persuaded by iron or by hammer

or by unhappy love.

We are all crazy if we go near women.

Despise them, chase them away,

flee from them, leave them in the lurch, until them die!

Dear niece, have a little rest, before your fiancé arrives.

Let as sit down. Hi there, bring some chairs!

Here they are! Do not shout' I am not deaf.

Who is she?

I am the maid ...

Tell I me,

uncle, do you know whether my fiancé is well-mannered?

As far as that is concerned ...

Quickly gentlemen, quickly, a small carriage has arrived!

That will I be the Count.

I will go and meet him. Hey there! Let everyone be ready in his place!

Listen, niece...

Tell I everyone...

There he is.

Now let as adopt a dignified manner.

What beauty, what charm! What splendor, eternal gods!

I look at the sun and lock at her,

and stricken by their rays

I seem, oh God! to stagger!

Arminda, my fiancée, my sun,

in haste, as to his Princess

and to his Queen,

Count Belfiore bows before you.

Allow me, lovely bride, that on your white hand ...

I made a mistake! pardon me, Sir, I know my manners.

My deep respects. with you, beautiful girl,

I do not wish to make any false steps.

Bride... Sir... Lovely girl ...

I am getting slightly mixed-up.

Oh, he is 30 funny! What a caricature.

What do you think, Count, of Arminda' my niece,

your new fiancée?

Proud and beautiful.

Lovely brow, lovely eyes, lovely chocks,

lovely nose, lovely little mouth.

Ah, my dear, you arc...

a jasmine flower!

And you, a true sunflower,

turning here and there.

Indeed, a weather vane...

... moved by the wind!

I am as solid as rock, I am like a ship that,

In a stormy sea, breaks up...

No, I got that wrong. My God,

I say no more!

You understand, I was just making a comparison.

We understand one another. I will love you,

but woe to you if I catch you being unfaithful.

Even if it is in the middle of the street, I will box your ears, my love.

The overs of today pledge their troth very lightly.

And the simple maiden believes him, poor girl,

and trustingly says yes.

But I won't do that sort of thing.

Clear and honest agreements, before I say yes or no.

You shall be my beloved,

my darling and my hope.

But if ever, as is the custom, you should fail and cheat me

I'll make use of my hands.

What do you say, Count Belfiore? What do you think of my niece?

Her originality makes me burn with love!

Not because she is my niece, but she is quite extraordinary.

To hear her speak is a pleasure.

She sounds like she has swallowed a dictionary!

I have come by express post.

For her I have abandoned all my domains,

my offices, my vassals,

The marquis my father, the duchess my grandmother

and many, many titled cousins...

You're laughing?

My word, do you not know who my relations arc?

Listen! I will briefly tell you the facts...

... concerning my nob¡¡ty, my grandeur.

From the South-East to the North,

from the East to the South,

everywhere, everybody knows...

... of my ancient nobility.

I have great estates, I have vassals, grandfathers who were marshals,

sisters who are princesses,

throe queens and six countesses,

ten Roman consuls, and the princes and other sovereigns

are too many to be counted.

But good gracious, you are laughing?

My good Sir, can you not see them?

There is Numa, there is Scipio, Marcus Aurelius’, Marcus Agrippa'

Mucius Scaevola and Cato

and these two, one behind the other, Don Tiberius and Caracalla.

Salute them with respect,

blow and scrape before them, every one of them here and there.

I can no longer remain in this house!

Since she arrived, she has called me at least a hundred times.

And I have no desire to kill myself for her.

But Nardo approaches...

From him I may expect the usual music of sighs!

I will pretend not to see him, and sitting here I shall amuse myself by

a new song, about the kind of husband a young girl would like.

Dear God, I would like a husband loving

and really tender.

But a husband who is getting old,

my mother, is not for me.

How she expresses her feelings in this song;

I too will I reply in rhyme.

Dear God, you would like a husband loving

and really tender.

But a husband who is young,

my daughter, is not for you.

If you are looking for the master he is over there; go, go!

Why so cruel, my dearest?

I will speak clearly: you are not for me!

- Tell I me at least why. - I do not like you.

I’ll bear with you; one day you will recall me.

You laugh?

I am laughing because you believe that to find a husband requires a great effort!

There are so very many of them; if I but cast a glance...

... I have a thousand lovers.

As soon as they see me, this one falls, that one faints.

If they come near me, no one can hold them.

And as though crazy, dazed and bewildered, they go around raging like this:

"Look at those eyes, those loving looks,

what life, what charm,

what animation, what colour!

Lovely one, dear one, we shall always love you! "

With all modesty I hang my head,

answer them nothing,

and let it pass by.

The turtle dove sighs

far away from her mate,

lamenting over her fate.

And ¡t seems that in her own tongue,

She hopes to arouse pity.

(This must be the beautiful gardener.)

- Hey, girl, listen. - Madam?

Be quiet, you checky girl!

Do you know who I am?

Today I am going to marry Count Belfiore...

(Oh dear, what do I hear?) The Count is engaged to you?

Is that true?

Oh, ye gods!

He has recently arrived.

If you knew how handsome and charming he is.

(Ah, I cannot control myself,

I feel am dying!)

You are growing pale. What is disturbing you?

A cruel, unexpected sorrow... Oh, God, assails me...

I feel my spirit being torn asunder...

My heart is failing… in my breast...

I am burning. ... freezing... I cannot control myself...

I am fainting.

Poor girl! Oh dear, who can help?

Does no one hear me?

Here I am.

Quick, my dear Count!

Hel p me a moment with this unfortunate girl who has fainted

while I go to obtain a suitable medicine to bring her back to life.

See, my dearest, I hurry to help you.

Gods! What magic is this?

Violante! Is she still alive? Oh havens!

I am trembling from head to toe.

I do not know where I am.

Come then, ungrateful heart,

look at me, I am indeed she!

The voice is that of Violante,

her eyes, her beautiful appearance.

But how come she is dressed like this?

It must be my imagination, I will observe her more closely.

Oh God, have mercy on my suffering!

It is her without a doubt, it is her.

My courage fails me.

The Count? Oh God!

What a miracle!

Here is the medicine, take it... permit me, Count...

- Ramiro? - Arminda?

What am I to do?

- Tell me, who are you? - (What shall I say?)

- Cruel one! - (What shall I say?)

Ah, what a mighty blow this is!

What a fatal thunderbolt!

I am turning to ice.

(I am puzzled and bewildered, I don't know whether I am awake or asleep.

I feel quite bemused.)

(I am confused, my heart is perplexed.

My suffering is so cruel that I am driven to tsars.)

(How amazing, I am dumbfounded, I cannot move, I am lost.

I do not know what to think.)

(What has befallen me? I can no longer understand myself.

Oh God, it seems that I am imagining things.)

(I feel my sou I constricted in my breast.

I have no breath with which to speak.)

What silence! They seem to be moonstruck.

What is the moaning of this scene?

Comc, Sandrina, answer me!

Gentlemen, why are you silent?

Come now, speak, what is going on?

(What shall I reply?)

(I am quite confused.)

- (I am perplexed.) - (I dare not risk it.)

I do not understand, I can not grasp it.

But something is not right. This is not straightforward, by my faith!

Are you she/he?

Ah, how my brain is whirling.

It is leaping here and there!

What behavior, what eccentricity!

No respect, no manners, leaving me alone, as if I were ridiculous!

To the devil with the lot of them!

I'll put aside station, title,

relations hi p and nobility.

Oh, I congratulate you, my dear Sir, the gardener is making love with the Count

in the garden, quite at peace and in freedom.

And where are they? Jealousy...

Do not believe her, it is a lie, it is a tissue of falsehoods.

Have I not, unobserved, seen and heard it

with my own eyes and ears?

The lies are all too obvious.

- I want to clear this up. - Come here.

- Come here. - No, here.

- He is lying. - She is deceiving you.

Enjoy it to the full, cruel fate.

See a famous man, a Mayor,

made a laughing stock and betrayed!

Now we shall see, we shall discover it, and he who is lying will I puy.

But what do you want

from an unhappy woman, of God? I am not Arminda,

your dear love.

I beg you, speak. Tell I me, my dear

that you are Violante,

the queen of my heart.

See what faces that hussy is making!

I See it.

The wicked woman! I will ruin her.

(The Count? Oh, what misfortune!

I wish I could help him.)

- You are making a great mistake. - (Ah, this is very strange!)

Deceived by a faithless man, must I put up with this?

This is a very small thing for a faithless soul used to deception.

Faithless, cruel man, is this the reward for my faithful love?

Wretch, in what did I fail? Tell I me what I ever did,

faithless traitor!

Yes, ungrateful though I am,

my beloved, pardon me.

My dear, lovely Violante...

Why, that is not I!

Wretched Violante just put it like that...

But, alas, she died!

- Answer! - Curry on!

- Count! - Do not tremble!

(I do not know how this is going to end.)

(Now I must suffer and be silent.)

(Now my fiancée is threatening me.)

What are they saying? What is happening?

My loving Count!

My simple little gardener!

It cheers me, it delights me!

What a lovely, modest face!

Come, on joy yourselves, dear lovers!

May sweet peace reign within you.

May love descend upon you with his torch and set fire to your heart.

Alas, that I alone should be the victim of such torment

and sorrow!

May love descend upon you with his torch and set fire to your heart.

Faithless! Unworthy!

I should like to tear your heart from your breast!

But such contempt, such anger I cannot understand.

I want to throw you out, ungrateful little madam!

I would like to tear you to pieces, you ugly vulgar thing!

(I am ecstatic, I don't know what to say.)

What cruel affliction, what terribly pain!

I feel myself oppressed by overwhelming grief.

I do not know what to reply, I do not know what to say.

What a trying, unexpected day!

I am torn between the two of them.

I don't know how to resolve it or what to do.

What a terrible upset!

I know no way

to subdue, to restrain the anger, the rage that I feel in my breast.

Do not avoid me, you cruel! Ungrateful woman, stop!

How dare you! What do you want from me?

Monster, faithless woman, you ask what I want from you?

And you have the courage to lock me in the eye?

If I had imagined that you were the niece of the Mayor,

I wouldn’t have given you the pain of seeing me blush.

- But if your fate cannot… - Vain excuses!

Your state, your pride and ambition led you to forsake my love.

But heaven, you liar, which you called a thousand times as a witness

of your pledges... heaven will avenge me.

Ah, how desperate I am!

Since I saw Sandrina I have no peace,

I no longer know what to do...

I want to find her again ...

I have sought her everywhere until now...

Dearest lady...

Gently, gently!

Tell I me, I am curious to know whom you are seeking.

I would say...

What can you say?

"Since I saw Sandrina I have no peace."

Deceiver, to my face?

On the very day, oh gods, when you were supposed to be marrying me

you betray and deceive me like that' faithless lover?

Appalling fate!

I wanted to punish you, worthless man. I wanted to tear out your heart!

I am afire with contempt,

But the love that makes me sig h will I not let me do it.

Is this how, ungrateful man, you repay my love?

Dh God, I am torn between anger and pity.

Sir...

What is the matter?

Nothing, nothing ...

... I was lost in thought.

How I sympathize with the Count; to have to deal with such a strange woman ...

Forgive me, my delightful Diana,

if I am importunate.

A woman who is beautiful always has a kind heart.

Whether beautiful or ugly, I am not for your.

- And if I were to die? - I should not weep.

- Then I shall go and die. - I wish you a pleasant journey.

Well then, since I see you harder than rock

and deafer than an asp...

Look,

hold back my hand ...

Go ahead, go ahead!

I haven’t the heart to give you such disgust.

Quite the opposite, I would have been pleased.

Say what you like, your contempt...

... makes me love you all the more, and firs my ardor.

It seems that little by little you are beginning to please me.

(I want to drive him crazy.)

Is that the truth? Or are you making fun of me?...

Now then, listen: I will love you,

but I want you

to approach me flirtatiously and passionately.

With the right hand on your breast, making a leg

In the foreign manner.

In the Italian mannor, I will tell you that your little face

has set my heart on fire,

and makes me pine away.

That does not please you, is it no good?

Right, let’s try it in the French style:

Ah, madame,

votre serviteur,

de tout mon coeur.

Oh, that's no good either?

Let’s try it the English way:

Ah, my life, pray you, say yes.

This cursed indifference makes me lose my patience.

The French style won't do,

the English is no good,

She does not like the Italian.

Oh what whims, what a strange woman, I am truly at my wits' end.

How strange is my position!

To find my lover

and yet to be about to lose him forever!

Ah, there she is, that is certainly Violante... The eyes, the grace, the energy...

I am not mistaken, everything resembles her.

Tell I me, cruel monster, for what crime did you punish me?

Oh God! I was guiltless, yet you stabbed me, killed me.

You see that I am innocent

and yet you left me miserable and deserted.

Oh dear, I am in a lather!

Tell me, tell me, you are alive...

But why in these clothes, my dear Marchioness...

That is what the poor girl said as she died.

So, she really died?

Who should know that better than you?

At least act as though in those dear eyes...

To whom are you talking?

To you, my sun, my moon,

my radiant comet,

who have the face

of my Violante.

Dearest, beautiful eyes,

throw a glance at me.

Ah, if only you belonged to her

who drives me mad.

I am going, do not get angry.

What cruel sternness!

But as I leave, my dear, I should ask for your permission

to kiss that little hand

as a sign of my love.

Oh, what a tender little hand,

I am all burnt up,

my sweetest Venus!

Nost distinguished Sir, I am your obedient servant.

(What confounded luck,

that was all I needed.)

Go, disgraceful I Count, I am determined to make you pay...

Worthless hussy, what do you think you are doing?

To a man of my standing? To a master who loves you ...

Oh God! How wrongly, Sir, you reproach me!

- How wrongly, when I have seen... - you are mistaken.

Why then are you so bashful with me, why are you so particular?

My dear master...

Oh, if you but know how unhappy I um!

Do not be afraid, my beloved, come with me...

(I can hold out no longer!) Ch, my dear,

you are the beloved person, whom my heart... I can't think straight, let as go.

Pardon me, I may not, I cannot.

What, what? Why?

Because I do not want to; in the end ...

In the end you are a common maidservant whom I want to advance.

And what reason,

what right have you to insult and threaten me like that?

Oh, forgive me my outburst, Si r.

I know,

I see that my words went too far...

But I still feel ...

yes, my heart already tells me that an unhappy woman

can move you to pity.

I hear a voice in my heart

that tells me very softly:

"your dear master

is full of goodness”.

Ah, he flees from me, he dees not listen to me.

Al ready he tracts me like a tyrant!

I feel myself torn by agitation und worry.

Girls who can hear me,

if you feel pity for me,

come and console an unhappy maiden,

who is unfortunate and abandoned.

Dear uncle, the Count now feels sorry and is in a hurry to get married.

At this point, I will give him my hand.

Sir, a letter has just reached me from Milan, sent by a near relative,

in which he encloses a formal application to the Royal Magistrate,

for me to pass on to you, for the arrest of a murderer who is living here,

who is Count Belfiore,

would you believe it?

Count Belfiore?

Here, read.

This is surely a dream.

It is all too true; I am sorry, dear Countess.

(What a propitious occasion to avenge myself!)

It says here...

... that the Count has murdered the Marchioness Onesti ...

you cannot possibly believe that...

Be quiet, when the Mayor speaks...

Consider, Sir, that justice must not be neglected, whatever the reason;

I am leaving you ...

Well then, let the Count come here; the wedding must be postponed

and if he is guilty, I do not want my niece to marry a criminal, a man under suspicion.

Would I wish to ruin, to destroy

a young lady, a niece,

striking and noble,

with a good dowry?

The marriage must be called off.

I shall go and immediately destroy the contract.

This must be done, this is right and proper.

I would be upbraided in Germany, criticized in France and in Spain.

What would they say throughout the world of a famous man, of a cavalier,

a man of letters, a Mayor?

Do not think of it, do not get excited.

It has to be, it will be.

You should know, Arminda, my love...

Shut your mouth, perfidious liar.

- You are wrong, I am ... - Hateful in my eyes.

- By your love... - You are not worthy of it.

- Remember... - No.

- Listen to me... - I am afire with contempt.

Nevertheless I draw hope from the constancy

which I cherish in my heart.

Do not mislead me, oh deceptive hope,

to you I entrust my heart and my peace.

Sweet companion of love,

flattering hope,

on you this soul will rely,

everything rests on you.

You sustain me in life,

you bring me into harbor,

oh lovable comfort

of my sincere faithfulness.

Believe me, niece, I am beside myself; if the Count is guilty' what am I to do?

- You do not lack means to save him. - Here he comes.

Sir, I am here and ready. I have rushed here, fiancée,

with my heart is full of happiness...

Ah, what contentment! I lea p for joy.

Hey there, what are you doing?

Do you perhaps not recognize the dark aspect

of a stern judge who is before you?

Fiancée...

Be silent.

- Sir... - Silence!

Serpetta ...

Don’t say anything.

Answer the judge:

who are you, what is your name?

Count Belfiore... that... the...

- I am the bridegroom… - Enough.

Tell I me, do you know the Marchioness Onesti?

What shall I say?

Say that you do not know...

I do not know her.

She is alive?

- No, Sir. - What are you saying?

Then she is dead?

I do not know... that is... but listen ...

Lie, if you want to save yourself.

It is common knowledge that you killed her.

Well now...

Love... That is, jealousy...

It was an accident.

No more.

- (What a fool!) - Defend yourself, if you can.

I will defend him.

What is said about the Count? Of what crime is he guilty?

Of having killed the Marchioness Onesti.

That is a calumny. Violante was wounded but did not die.

And everyone see that I am Violante.

Yes, it is I.

Praise be to Heaven, I am alive and I forgive him.

Ah, I said it... my dear one...

you are Violante?

You - a Marchioness?

You - a lady?

Yes, it is I, I am not lying ...

The fact ought to be proven.

I begin to doubt.

But whether she is Sandrina or Violante,

I hurry off, to plan my revenge.

I shall go too.

My adored love... I can no longer restrain myself...

Allow, allow me at last on this hand ...

Get away, you are dreaming.

I only pretended to be her to save you,

making use of that groat similarity which you say I bear to the dead Violante.

Now hot, now cold; farewell, good sense!

Go now, go to your delightful Arminda, to your sweet love.

She awaits your hand

and heart.

Ah, do not go... listen to me!

Alas, she rejects me...

ah well, go...

But...

the ground shakes

and a dark cloud surrounds me.

Is it a whirlwind?

A storm?

Is it night

or day?

Arminda, Violante,

do you want to kill me?

Come, wound me...

But you weep? What use are those tears?

I want to die...

thunder...

and lightning strike my head.

Oh, I thank you, Friend Jove,

you alone bring me comfort.

Weep, fiancée, friends,

alas! I am dying.

Al ready I grow cold, cold,

my foot trembles, my blood freezes.

I cannot breathe, my heart beats slowly.

I can bear no more... alas, what a situation!

A cold sweat runs ever my brow and my nose.

But softly, softly, I can walk,

I turn my eyes

and with delight I seem to hear close by a sweet bullfinch.

Perhaps I am in the Elysian Fields.

That might be it...yes Sir.

Quietly, quietly...

the wind whistles.

The air moves around me,

I can see the sun, I can see the day,

there is no longer any doubt.

What delight!

I am here again.

Once more I think, once more I reason:

yes I am alive,

my heart is shining,

I am going to enjoy myself and rejoice.

O woe is me! My mistress cannot be found anywhere.

- She must however prove to be Violante - Of course!

- What a situation! Sandrina has run away. - Oh dear! What are you saying?

(Run away, why on earth?)

- I do not understand. - She must return,

I will make a fuss, ruin, destruction... Everyone must go quickly.

But it is already night.

Whether it is night or day, people must be sent to look for her.

No, I will go myself to find her.

The silly gardener thought to wreak havoc by passing off as a lady!

And Arminda, rightly, carried her off to some secret place,

in the nearby wood, which is full of dangerous creatures.

She might even be the meal of a hungry wolf this very moment!

Alas, what do I hear? I will immediately tell this to the Count...

poor Violante!

On the one hand I am sorry, on the other she did ask for it;

and nowadays one needs to be a politician,

one has to dissemble, and use discretion in matters of love,

nor must we ever tell what we have stored up in our hearts.

If you want to enjoy the world, leave it as it is.

I don't let anything put me out,

I take things as they come.

I know that a young girl must have a good heart'

must be sincere and honest.

But that is no good

with men today.

One needs to be wary, to show one does not care'

pretend to be modest, play up to them, know how to flatter.

When I was still a girl

mother gave me this advice and I intend to follow it.

Dh God!

Stop, you cruel people!

You have left me here alone...

How wretched I am ... Who will help me?

Who will come to my aid?

Alas, ye Gods, I am lost! Have pity on me!

Where am I? What has happened to me?

So I have been brought here, in my misery, to die!

Merciful gods,

If my sorrow, my laments move you,

guide my steps...

But, oh God! Among those rocks, I do not know how to go forward ...

Wherever I turn my eyes,

I see nothing but images of horror,

and only hear

the voices of my sorrow

and my anguish.

Ah, for crying and sobbing

I can hardly breathe!

I have no voice, I have no energy,

my spirit, my heart are failing.

But here no one hears me, no one sees me.

Oh how my footsteps falter... My spirit is failing ...

Oh gods! I hear a noise,

and I seem to see among those leaves a terrible snake,

which with hisses...

alas... where can I hide, where can I run?

What shall I do?

Whither... it seems...

Ah, I am not mistaken, a cave,

In which I may yet save this miserable life.

Help me, heavens, help me!

Amidst those shadows, in this darkness, amidst those thorns and rocks'

guide my footsteps, my Nardo,

for I do not know where I am going.

Oh, what darkness, what horror!

Let as walk very slowly:

this must be the place where she is to be found.

Nearby I seem to hear a confused murmur.

Oh, God, only death

can bring an end to my suffering.

The desperate Count will I certainly have made his way to this horrible desert

to scorch for his sweetheart.

I hear some sort of noise.

I must reassure myself.

I want to get a bit nearer.

I can hear people on this side.

I will be in a better position to listen.

Walking like this in the dark,

Even though I am going slowly, I stumble all the time and am sure to fall.

Alonc, alone, softly, softly, I have also come along

to see what I have done and to act accordingly.

Who goes there?

Alas, I am wretched!

- Who is approaching? - Oh, how unhappy I am!

Give way!

Oh, what terror!

What whispers, what noises,

and I cannot even escape!

Are you my Sandrina?

Yes, it is I. (That is the Count.)

Are you my Sandrina?

Yes, it is I. (It is the Mayor.)

Are you my mistress?

That is Nardo, I need not fear.

What pleasure, what joy,

I have found her (him) again.

Stop here, friends. Hide yourselves a while,

I will call you when the time is ripe.

- Some more people are coming. - What a calamity!

- Call out! - I'm so afraid!

- Turn back! - Ah' what is that?

Now I will discover everything.

- Let’s go. - I am here and ready.

- Quick, Iet’s go. - I am ready.

- What are we to do? - Oh God, I tremble.

Ah, my heart grows faint

and cannot stand much more.

Come, hurry up, my friends, draw a little closer.

I rejoice, I am delighted at so much happiness.

Is that Serpetta?

Is that the Count?

My Niece?

The Mayor?

What an unexpected surprise.

Oh, what will become of us?

Oh, you are mistaken, I am not her.

Dh, you are joking, I am not your sweetheart.

Oh, you're mistaken, I am not yet mad.

We have really done very well,

new we can make no further changes.

Ah, wretched deceiver, traitor, new you shall know of my vengeance.

Ah, cruel lady, ungrateful heart, anger is already awakening in my breast.

Oh dear, I am dizzy, my had is spinning.

I feel as though the earth were giving way.

Do what you will, he despises you.

That ought not to worry you.

Why, tyrannical lady, arc you so disdainful?

You were and are abhorrent to me.

The sky darkens, the air is growing heavy,

I am sweating and panting, I grow cold and tremble,

and I am beginning to get delirious.

Ah, how I quiver with anger and rage,

and I feel my heart all afire.

My Thyrsus, listen to the sweet sirens,

with peaceful magic singing their songs,

enabling as to enjoy sweet repose.

Hear, my Chloris, Orpheus’s lyre,

which charmed the wild beasts, which moved the graves

and curbed the helmsman in the midst of the waves.

What happy contentment, what welcome pleasure!

Sir, a word.

Be pleased to agree to a duel with pistols.

Sir, do not go,

you cannot refuse a duel with swords.

Stop, for pity’s sake!

What is the moaning of all this noise?

I cannot longer suppress my contempt and rage.

I am the terrible Medusa.

I am the fearless Alcides.

Charming and gentle nymphs,

enough, no more harshness.

What, are you delirious?

Who knows what you are saying?

- Make way, don’t push. - Hey there, do not get in my way!

Dear people, who are mourning, temper your groat passion.

They are cut of their minds, they are quite mad.

You are the only reason for this disaster.

When, oh, gods, will your cruelty end?

What a dreadful event, what great frenzy!

Surely no one could find a stranger madness.

What joy, what delightful harmony,

what lovely happiness, Let as dance.

What a dreadful event, what great frenzy!

You are the only reason for this disaster.

What a dreadful event, what great frenzy!

Listen, dear Nardo,

I shall speak clearly.

I have never been attracted to you,

and yet, who knows?...

Can I then hope?

Yes, after all, there is nothing wrong in hoping ...

Hey there, hey there, where are you going?

Whom do you want?

You, you, my dear, my heart.

(Oh dear, he’s still deranged.)

My dear, adored one...

Let’s take it a bit slowly.

Oh Venus, my goddess; I am the winged Mercury

Stop.

Do you not recognize your faithful lover,

the lovely Herminia in the shady grove?

Quickly, your hand, dear! I want to marry you here and now.

This is a good one!

Lord Mercury,

Lady Herminia,

quickly,

observe... lock...

There, there... what a wonderful thing!

There, there… what an extraordinary thing!

Observe what a contrast

there is between the sun and the moon.

Look, one after the other, at the lovesick stars.

(I'd like to get away from here.)

Now comes the nice part,

the duel is beginning.

They grab one another, they come to blows,

they crowd around, they wrestle,

(They are already bewitched.)

What a noise, what uproar! What fun, what a joke!

(How wonderful to escape!)

Carry on, good people.

Go to it, don’t let go.

The moon, oh dear, it is plummeting.

Oh dear, the stars are falling.

Help...

but where is it?

What a storm is approaching,

what thunders, what tempests!

Hel p, for p¡ty'3sake!

Say what you will I.

Mistreat me, mishandle me,

but at toast look at me

and remember that you once told me you would take care of me.

That was before, I thought differently then.

Love, which often ...

you ought to be ashamed, always talking of love.

It is a shame for a maiden always to think of love.

And why? What is so wrong about doing

what all other women do, master?

Uncle, this very day

- I want my Count... - Good.

Sir, this very day I want Arminda to be my wife.

Even better.

You recognize the troubles of your niece.

You See the sorrow of a friend.

- The contract is prepared. - You gave me your word.

Oh, this is splendid ...

- The Count... believe me... - The niece... you should know...

The devil takes it, be quiet!

- You must compel him… - You must force her...

- Listen to me... - Hear me...

I can stand it no longer...

- Quickly... - What are you saying?

My Lord, I wanted to say to you,

that the matter... just a bit more slowly...

Madam, I did not believe...

But let me speak.

My niece, you should know... The Count, I did not want...

Kindly listen for a moment...

I must say, niece...

This affair is killing me,

Take your Count.

Marry my niece.

Do what you want, leave me in peace.

What disgrace, what insolence!

It really is impertinence,

do not trouble me anymore.

Come now, Ramiro;

what do you expect of a woman who despises you and dees not love you?

Has your faithlessness now come to this, ungrateful woman?

Tell me, heartless woman, evil monster of cruelty'

what offence has this poor heart committed?

Ah, my rage robs me of my breath.

And in my heart I feel hate, contempt, fury,

anger and disdain.

Go then to the arms of another, faithless, ungrateful woman'

I shall pursue you li kc a cruel, relentless fury!

You want me to be unhappy

and far from your sight. Miserably I shall die.

Where am I?

Where am I?

I seem to have rested hero.

I think I was asleep.

And who led me to this charming and attractive little meadow?

And who brought me to this delightful plain?

Am I dreaming of awake?

Am I delirious?

What magic is this?

But what do I See?

What meets my eyes?

Ah, my dearest... my beloved ...

Go away.

Dh dear!

Who are you seeking?

(That's bad.)

Are you not Violante?

Yes, I am Violante;

But if you are seeking your beautiful

gentle fiancée,

I am not she.

I protest, I swear...

I would not dare to compare my emotions

to those of such a fine lady!

Shortly

I shall be marrying the Mayor;

farewell.

Listen to me... where are you going?

At the very time, in that sweet moment when I find you,

must I lose you?

No, that may not be.

Either I shall be by your side

or you shall see me dead from despair.

Are you leaving me?

(Oh terrible moment!)

My dear, my sweet love,

you do not know how this heart

always feels itself failing, oh God!

Yes, I am leaving you, ungrateful lover.

For you my heart does not live in torment.

I am not your best beloved,

and I must leave you.

Then I shall go.

I am going too.

Ah, why am I hesitating, oh God?

Why do my feet falter?

Madam, please allow me, as a sign of respect,

at least to kiss your hand.

Excuse me, I will not allow it, I want no compliments.

Just go a long way from here.

Patience,

but are we then never to see one another again?

Oh no, that is your look-out.

Perhaps we shall meet again.

Courage, I must be resolute and go away from here.

Did you call me?

No, Sir,

Are you coming back?

Alas, alas.

I am giving way, slowly, slowly.

She is giving way, Gradually, gradually.

Ah, I can resist no longer.

Ah, she can resist no longer.

I am coming closer...

I did not know...

I am drawing near...

I don't want...

I am going ...

I stay...

What am I doing?

Lovely souls, aflame with love,

tell me, you who have tasted love,

is it possible to resist?

Beloved care, beloved torment,

beloved hand of my dearest,

my heart is already lea ping in my breast with pleasure and contentment.

My dear niece, bother me no more.

What can I do in the present circumstances?

Gentlemen, cheer up; the mad people have been cured.

No sooner did their senses return,

that they got married in peace and joy.

What are you saying?

- Oh treason! - What good fortune!

That is a great relief to me.

This is my little bride, this is my Violante.

What'3 that?

Let there be no more doubt about my existence.

I changed name and station,

along with my servant Roberto. I did not want to be recognized,

just to get my sweet revenge on my bridegroom.

Marchioness, I ask your pardon; I am the guilty one.

I plotted your death ...

Say no more, my friend,

a loving embrace will indicate to you my affection.

If you please, uncle, the faithful Ramiro...

If it's all right, I should also like to...

Good, I understand.

Your husband is Ramiro; and yours shall be Nar... Roberto.

Oh, splendid!

- I ask for nothing more. - This is a pleasure.

Rejoice who will, let those who will get married.

I too will marry when I find another Sandrina.

She who pretended for love to be a gardener, will I always and in very way

remember your goodness and kindness.

Long live the gardener, whose heart remained faithful.

Long live the Count!

Long live love!

Long live love which makes everyone happy!