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No, no, there is no one around who can dance so airily.

Yes it goes well there, yet, better there, no, better here… it shows me off more.

Everyone must succumb to such art and beauty.

Once upon a time there was a king, who became bored of being alone, he searched, he found!

But three brides wanted to marry him. What does he do?

He scorns pomp and beauty and in the end he chooses innocence and goodness.

Cenerentola, will you stop with that song?

Near the fire, in the corner, let me sing.

- Once upon a time there was a king… - And two and three…

- Will you stop it, yes or no? - If you don’t keep quiet, I will give you…

- Once upon… - Who can it be?

- A bit of charity. - Beggar! Go away!

Quiet, quiet! Come, take a bit of breakfast.

Perhaps Heaven will reward you before the nightfall.

No woman but me, knows how to awaken sweet passion in men.

Ah, I can’t stand, how cruel is my fate.

No woman but me, knows how to awaken sweet passion in men.

Ah, I can’t stand, how cruel is my fate.

- What do I see? Still here? - And bread? And coffee? Take this, this is for you.

- Ah! Who will help me! - Please, stop!

O charming daughters of Don Magnifico, Prince Ramiro will soon come.

In his castle he will take you. There’ll be singing, there’ll be dancing:

then the most beautiful among all women shall become his wife.

O charming daughters of Don Magnifico, Prince Ramiro will soon come.

In his castle he will take you. There’ll be singing, there’ll be dancing:

then the most beautiful among all women shall become his wife.

- But where is the Prince? - He will arrive.

- And the most beautiful? - Will be chosen.

Cenerentola come here. My shoes, my bonnet.

Cenerentola go there. My feathers, my necklace.

Cenerentola go there, Cenerentola come here, Cenerentola here, Cenerentola there.

In those crazy girls’ brains a forge is creating hammering,

but already calamity is at hand, I want to laugh and burst.

At a smile, a tender glance, Don Ramiro will fall.

This is a real drudgery do you want to make me die?

In those crazy girls’ brains a forge is creating hammering.

The trial approaches! Or losses or gains... The moment of triumph's at hand!

In those crazy girls’ brains a forge is creating hammering.

One goes to the party, the other will have a good time, I will stay here and sigh.

Don Ramiro will fall.

Already calamity is at hand, I want to laugh and burst.

Cenerentola come here. My shoes, my bonnet.

Cenerentola go there. My feathers, my necklace.

Cenerentola go there, Cenerentola come here, Cenerentola here, Cenerentola there.

In those crazy girls’ brains a forge is creating hammering.

This is a real drudgery do you want to make me die?

In my brain I have a forge; I am more beautiful and I want to win.

At a smile, a tender glance, Don Ramiro will fall.

One goes to the party, the other will have a good time,

I will stay here and sigh.

Cenerentola quickly prepare the ribbons, the cloaks.

- The make up, the creams. - My diamonds.

- Listen to me, sisters… - What “sisters”!

- Do not downgrade us with this name! - There will be trouble if you call us that again.

(I always must suffer new follies.)

- There is no time to lose. - We must tell our father about this.

- I want to be the first one to give him the news. - Oh! Forgive me but I am the eldest.

- No, no! I will tell him! - This is my duty! I will wake him up and you'll follow me!

- Oh! You won’t win! - There he is, he himself.

My female descendants,

I disown you, I am ashamed!

My glorious dream, you came to interrupt. I disown you, I am ashamed!

(How they are mortified! Worthy daughters of a baron!)

Come now, be quiet and pay attention, listen to my dream.

I dreamt, half hazily half clearly, a beautiful donkey, a donkey but what a donkey.

When all of a sudden, oh what wonder!

On his shoulders a hundreds of feathers grew, and into the air, he flew up!

And on top of a steeple, he alighted as if upon a throne.

Below the bells could be heard chiming, ding dong…

You awaken me suddenly with your chatter!

But there is an explanation for the symbols of such an entangled dream.

The bells were dinging festively? That is the merriment in my house.

You are the feathers! That great flight? Plebeians, farewell!

Only the ass remains, but I am that ass,

whoever looks at you, can see that the ass is your father.

The most fertile of queens each of you will become,

and the grandfather a dozen children will hug.

A little king here, a little queen there and all the glory will be mine.

The most fertile of queens each of you will become,

and the grandfather a dozen children will hug.

A little king here, a little queen there and all the glory will be mine.

The most fertile of queens each of you will become,

and the grandfather a dozen children will hug and all the glory will be mine.

- You should know that very soon ... - Prince Ramiro...

- that it’s three days now... - he lives half a mile from here...

- will choose his bride… - he sent us an invitation…

- and any moment… - he will arrive to get us…

- and the most beautiful will become his bride. - Daughters, what are you saying! The great Prince!

Although I don’t know him… He’ll choose…. He invited… Bride… Most beautiful!

I'm fainting!

Cenerentola, quick, bring me some coffee.

This palace is falling apart. Do your best to find somebody to save us!

Daughters, sharpen your wits, be careful what you say, I beg you.

For pity’s sake, go and dress. It’s a matter of nothing less but making you princesses.

All is deserted. Friends? No one replies.

In this disguise I will observe the ladies. Is no one coming?

Yet wise Alidoro gave me hope that here

I would find a charming, pretty bride for me. To get married and not to be in love!

Tyrannical law which condemns me in the flower of my youth!

Let’s look and see.

- Once upon a time…. Ah! I’ve done it! - What is it?

- My heart is pounding! - Maybe I am a monster!

Yes… No, Sir.

Something gentle sparkled in those eyes.

I would like to know why my heart throbbed so much?

- I would tell her, I don’t dare. - I want to speak but yet I stay quiet.

A grace, an enchantment, seems to shine in that face.

How dear is that smile, it enters the soul and makes one hope.

A grace, an enchantment, seems to shine in that face.

How dear is that smile, it enters the soul and makes one hope.

I seek the daughters of the baron. Where are they? I don’t see them.

They are in the other room. Soon they will arrive. (Goodbye to hope!)

But pray, who are you?

- Who am I? I don’t know. - You don’t know? - Hardly, no.

The one who is the father isn’t my father… and there are the sisters…

My mother was a widow… but a mother of these two…

This father full of pride…

The one who is the father isn’t my father… and there are the sisters…

My mother was a widow… this father full of pride…

It’s pretty obvious I’m confused.

- Please, forgive me for being so simple... - It seduces me...

Her innocence enchants and captivates me.

- Cenerentola! Come here! - What voices are these ?

From west to east, from north to south,

I have no peace for a single moment, for I am expected to do everything .

(Her voice, her face, are superhuman thing.

Here, I am leaving my heart, it is no longer mine.)

- I’m coming! Goodbye, sir. - Cenerentola.

- (I have to go, but he’s captured my heart.) - (What innocence! What candour too!

She has stolen my heart.)

- (I have to go, but he’s captured my heart.) - (What innocence! What candour too!

(He / She has stolen my heart.)

I’m lost for words. How does such a pretty face come to be dressed in such rags?

But Don Magnifico has not arrived yet.

I would like to announce the arrival of the disguised Prince. Excellent advice!

As a simple servant I will better see inside the hearts of these girls.

- Dandini, meanwhile, pretends to be the Prince… - I beg a million pardons.

- Tell me: and his Highness the Prince? - He’ll be arriving.

- But when? - In three minutes.

Three minutes! Daughters! Hurry up! Oh, what’s the use! I am off to hurry them.

Excuse me, for these blessed girls, a century is a moment when they need to get ready.

What a fool!

That noise... it must be Dandini!

Hurry and choose your bride, time is marching on; if not, the princely line will die out.

As a bee on an April day goes flying, lightly and joyfully;

darts to the lily then springs at the rose, seeking a sweet blossom for itself.

Among the prettiest, I rove and look, I’ve seen many and many ;

but I didn’t find yet a mind or a face... something that would suit me.

- Prince! - Sir… How honoured we are!

- What a flood! What an ocean of honours! - Nothing, nothing! Pretty one, charming one!

- Did I say it right? Just like their daddy. - (Fool! Watch out! Don’t come near me.)

Lower your eyes, for mercy's sake. Galloping away goes my reason,

and by a double cannon-shot, my fair, my heart is pierced.

Pretty! Charming! They’re just like their father.

(But in the end of this comedy, the tragedy is inevitable.)

(He is looking at me, he sighs, he raves: there’s no doubt he is already my slave.)

(Why doesn't she come to cheer my sadness, beaming with such grace?)

(But in the end of this comedy, the tragedy is inevitable.)

(He is looking at me, he sighs, he raves: there’s no doubt he is already my slave.)

(But in the end of this comedy, the tragedy is inevitable.)

(He's cooked, done, over done, my Excellency's changing fast to Majesty.)

Hurry and choose your bride, time is marching on; if not, the princely line will die out.

Delightful! What beauty! What sweet little mouths, what eyes!

You are the eighth and ninth wonders of the world! Like father, like daughter!

- Thank you! - Highness of all highnesses what honours! I’m fainting.

- Real Etruscan figures! (Did I say correctly?) - (You’re starting to exaggerate.)

(I’m playing a big role, so need big lines!)

(Beautiful Prince! Don’t let him escape you! Watch out!)

Now then, to continue the speech I didn’t even start

I got back from my long journey and I found my father in the realm of long departed.

On his dead bed he ordered me to get married at first sight

or I will be disinherited.

I sent out invitations to the entire neighbourhood. When I find a suitable morsel,

I’ll reserve her for me. I said it all now, I can catch my breath.

- (What sublime eloquence!) - (What beautiful clothes, but the other one is looking at me.)

(Here she is! My heart is trembling!)

Pretty girls, if you deign to do so, take by arm our cavaliers. The coach is ready.

- Let’s go. - Papa, Excellency, don’t delay!

- What are you doing here? Get my cane and hat. - Eh… yes, Sir.

Please, join us in my magnificent palace.

- I’ll be right there. - (Yet I want to see her again.)

- Get away from me. - (He’s screaming at her.) - Listen to me, please!

- Time flies. - (What could she want?)

- Will you let me go? - One word!

Sir, one word only.

In the castle of the Prince let me go, for just an hour take me to the dance.

- Ha ha! Pretty Venus! - What is it? Why are you frozen like a statue?

- Gracious! Pompous! Vulgar! Lazy! - Silence and let's observe!

Go away, I must go! Pretty Venus! Vulgar!

- Should we go, or shouldn’t we? - I am becoming upset.

- Half an hour… quarter… - Let me go or I will crush you!

- Stop it! - Most serene Highness!

(Get lost!) Exalted Highness! A lowly servant. Most ignorant.

- Servant? - Most base....

From the extraction the lowest, she likes to give herself airs,

to pretend she is genteel and elegant, but she’s doing nothing right.

Go to your room, to sweep the dust.

- (Soon my anger - But dear Don Magnifico

- I won’t be able to hold in me.) - don’t mistreat her so.

(Always among the ashes, do I have to stay?)

Sirs, persuade him, take me to the dance. Always among the ashes, do I have to stay?

- (Soon my anger - But dear Don Magnifico

- I won’t be able to hold in me.) - don’t mistreat her so.

Go to your room, to sweep the dust.

Here in my register, of the eligible maidens, with Don Magnifico live three daughters.

Now when the Prince seeks a bride to be, the third daughter I am asking to see.

- What third daughter? Are you trying to beget me? - Third sister...

- She is… dead…. - In this very register it's not written like that.

- They are talking about me. No, she is not dead. - Be quiet.

- Look here! - If you make a breath, I will kill you here.

- She died? - Yes, your Highness.

In the fascinated faces of one and the other, you can see the turmoil in their minds

which waver and doubt, uncertain what to think.

In the fascinated faces of one and the other, you can see the turmoil in their minds

which waver and doubt, uncertain what to think.

In the fascinated faces of one and the other, you can see the turmoil in their minds

which waver and doubt, uncertain what to think.

If you speak another word this house will be your grave.

Please help me, please don’t leave me. Miserable me, what will happen more?

Less noise, be patient, or a scandal will be made.

Come, cheer up. Sir, let her go. (My anger is growing even more.)

I am a prince, not a piece of cabbage? I am sending you to the devil. Come here.

In the fascinated faces of one and the other, you can see the turmoil in their minds

which waver and doubt, uncertain what to think.

In the fascinated faces of one and the other, you can see the turmoil in their minds

which waver and doubt, uncertain what to think.

If you speak another word this house will be your grave.

Please help me, please don’t leave me. Miserable me, what will happen more?

Less noise, be patient, or a scandal will be made.

Come, cheer up. Sir, let her go. (My anger is growing even more.)

I am a prince, not a piece of cabbage? I am sending you to the devil. Come here.

Yes, everything will change! That mad pride, will go to dust like a puff of wind,

and after your tender complaining, you will smile again… daughter…

You call me daughter? Oh, that’s a fine one!

My stepfather Baron doesn’t want to be my father, and on the other hand,

given the rags we are both wearing, I'd be worthy of such a father.

- Hush daughter and come with me. - With you? And where?

To the prince’s ball.

- Are you making fun of me? - No! Hold your thoughts!

Everything will change for you!

You will walk on riches as you walked on mud, you will charm all the hearts.

Come with me and don’t be afraid:

on your behalf a god inspires me from above!

And if you still doubt, look who I am!

In the arcane depths of Heaven, on the high throne of all power

presides a God, Lord of the world, at whose feet, even thunder rumbles softly.

He knows all, sees all, and he doesn’t allow goodness not to be cherished.

Through the ashes, the tears, he sees you in need. Oh innocent girl!

He will change your misery, amid the horror he unleashes a shining lightning bolt.

Don’t be afraid for the change of the scene: your pain will change.

Don’t you hear the approaching murmur?

Ah, be happy, that’s my coach, ready to take you to the triumph!

You’re looking at me? You are confused? Girl, you are not answering?

Your head is bewildered and it sways from here to there,

like a ship in the grand storm being tossed up and down.

Yes, but the storm is now over, rays of serenity are shining.

Destiny is changed, and innocence will win!

You’re looking at me? You are confused? Girl, you are not answering?

Your head is bewildered and it sways from here to there,

like a ship in the grand storm being tossed up and down.

Yes, but the storm is now over, rays of serenity are shining.

Destiny is changed, and innocence will win!

Bravo, my dear Don Magnifico!

You have given me a dissertation about vineyards, harvests and wine.

I praise your talent. One could see he has studied.

Take him at once to our wine cellars

and if he stays steady and standing after the thirtieth tasting, I will promote him with honours.

Because I know how to recognize a talent and I reward a clever man.

Prince! Your Highness is a well of kindness.

The more you take, the more there is left to draw.

(See daughters, he is unable to resist you! My promotion is a sure sign!)

Little Clorinda and Tisbe, keep the King happy, I’m off to the cellar.

We're finally alone.

I’d say you two were fashioned at a lathe

and that Cupid was the turner.

Excuse me, I’m the elder… so you should prefer me.

Forgive me, I’m the younger… so I will grow old later.

Excuse me, she’s a real child, she knows nothing.

Let me say, she is like a water without salt. She does no good, nor bad.

- Please! I have rights! - I’m not wearing makeup.

- She is so bland... - Listen... - Choose me!

My dears, do you want to tear me apart?

Don't doubt! I've two real eyes and I'm not wearing glasses.

- I bow to Your Highness. - Also to Your Highness.

- Here’s a curtsey. - One from me too.

He has tasted thirty barrels and has not staggered yet.

His Majesty has named him Vintner,

Superintendent of Glasses, President of the Harvest, Director of Festivities.

We all crowd around you to dance and party.

Superintendent, Director, President, Vintner?

Thank you! Delighted!

Somebody, come and write what I dictate, then I want six thousand copies.

We’re ready to write. We’re all here.

I, Don Magnifico… Write in capitals.

Fool! Write IN CAPITALS! Well done.

I, Don Magnifico, Duke and Baron of the ancient town of Montefiascone;

Grand Superintendent, Great President, with my other titles, with twenty etceteras

Through my glorious authority I issue this decree.

For the next fifteen years, let not a drop of water ever be mixed with good wine.

Anyone caught disobeying will be strangled.

Because etc. Therefore etc. In the year etc. Baron etc.

- Baron etc. It’s done! - Now post it all over town.

We will go and prepare dinner. We’ll drink a deluge of wine.

And a prize for whomever drinks the most.

We will go and prepare dinner. We’ll drink a deluge of wine.

Quietly, softly, don’t make any noise. What do you think of those two? Tell me clearly and truthfully.

Quietly, in an undertone, in the strictest confidence:

they are a mix of insolence, attitude and vanity.

In the strictest confidence, they are a mix of insolence, attitude and vanity.

But Alidoro told me that one of the daughters...

Ah your tutor has a mind of his own, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

But Alidoro told me that one of the daughters...

Ah your tutor has a mind of his own, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

- Quietly, softly…. - They are a mix of insolence, attitude and vanity.

Ah your tutor has a mind of his own, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

(Let them marry who they want. We will continue to play our part.)

(They are like two weathervanes. But we will continue to pretend.)

- We will continue to play our part! - But we will continue to pretend!

- Where are you Prince? - Little Prince, where are you?

Ah! Why did you leave me? I became desperate.

- I want you… - I want...

Don’t loose time on trifles.

Getting married to both sisters, all together is not possible! I will marry one.

- And the other? - The other, I shall give her to my friend.

No, no, no, no! A squire, good heavens!

- I’ll be sweet and loving. - A squire, no sir!

- A squire, no way. - I’ll have a tender heart… - A pleb… much too common! - I will be loving.

The very thought makes me ill.

The little scene is original truly to be told.

The very thought makes me ill.

The little scene is original truly to be told.

Let her come, don’t let her wait. No need for her to wait in the foyer.

Wisest Alidoro, what is that noise?

An unknown veiled woman has arrived.

- A woman? - Yes, Sir.

- But who is she? - She didn’t say.

- Is she pretty? - Yes and no.

- Who can it be? - No one knows.

- She didn’t speak? - Milady, no.

- And here is she coming? - Who knows why?

Who will be? Who she is? Why? No one knows, but we will find out.

(Jealousy now tears me, I am losing my mind.)

(Jealousy now destroys them, they are losing their minds.)

- (Unknown strange heartthrob - (I’ve turned to sugar,

- now stirs me, why?) - look how many flies are around me.)

Even while still veiled, you have stolen our heart if you reveal your face, what will happen then?

I despise the gifts of fickle fortune.

Let him, who would take me as his wife, offer me respect, love and kindness.

(The sound of that voice is recognised by my heart;

and because it kindles my hope, it makes me a better man.)

Beautiful eyes that shine behind that veil

reveal yourselves, for a moment at least.

- (Now we will see this extraordinary miracle.) - Reveal yourself!

Ah! (I would like to speak, to think, but I don’t know what to say or think.

This is a magic trick, o god! That face has struck me down.)

(I would like to speak, to think, but I don’t know what to say or think.

This is an enchantment, o god! That face has struck me down.)

(I would like to speak, to think, but I don’t know what to say or think.

This is an enchantment, o god! That face has struck me down.)

(He thinks and speaks in vain

already he must feel love's flame: the arrow has not missed its aim.)

Your Highness, dinner is served How… who… yes… what the…

When one speaks of likeness!

Doesn’t she resemble Cenerentola?

She seemed so, but after another look,

this one is prettier… our is clumsy and unattractive.

But even this one, is not really a Venus to make us scared.

Ours is at the ashes, with only rags to wear.

- The old man is looking and is doubtful. - She is looking at me, she sighs.

Let’s not stand around like statues. Let’s go to dinner.

We’ll dance and afterwards I will marry the most beautiful.

Let’s go to dinner. Let's hurry to the festivities.

(Since I’m a Prince for the day, I’m going to eat enough for four!)

I’m dreaming that I’m among gardens and groves.

The brooks are babbling, the birds are chirping:

our spirits swim in a sea of delight.

But I fear that underground, quietly, little by little… a fire is beginning to smoulder…

and suddenly an earthquake will erupt.

Smashing, roaring, shaking, crashing, it will come to claim me.

And I’m afraid my dream will vanish in a puff of smoke.

But I fear that underground, quietly, little by little… a fire is beginning to smoulder…

and suddenly an earthquake will erupt.

Smashing, roaring, shaking, crashing, it will come to claim me.

And I’m afraid my dream will vanish in a puff of smoke.

Dad, don’t get upset.

I have thousands of thoughts in my head. All we needed was this unknown lady.

Do you think she will steal the heart of the prince from us?

She looks like Cenerentola and that’s all.

Do you know what a storm would fall on my chest

if someone would find out how I squandered her inheritance!

I've reduced her to penury just to buy you clothes. She's become a real bag of bones.

Ah, if I am found out, there will be hell to pay.

- How can you be afraid when we are close to you? - Are there any hopes?

- Ah, no! I can say that it seems a certainty. - I feel as though I were already in charge of the household.

Secretly he told me: “My love”, he sighed deeply and went away.

What's a sigh anyway? When he sees me, he bursts out laughing.

So he sighs with one and laughs with the other?

Tell me father Baron, you have a smart head: what are your thoughts? Tell me plainly.

I would bet on you two, and I would win.

You will not let him get away.

We understand each other; my daughters, I am counting on you.

Whichever one of you shall ascend the throne,

please don’t abandon your magnificent daddy.

I can already see this one and that one getting me into a corner

and taking off his hat, beginning: My lord Baron,

would you deliver a petition to your royal daughter?

Take this chocolate. And take this money.

I answer: “Yes, we’ll see.” Is it heavy? We will talk. To the palace you can go.

As I turn, a little bonnet bows to me,

all sighs and courtesies:

My dear baron, you remember that matter…

She knows that without money I don’t hear a thing.

She stretches out her hand and slips me a coin.

Then I gallantly say: Such lovely eyes. What I can refuse you?

I only wish to make you happy! A coin…

I wake up at noon, I ring my bell,

and a group of supplicants surrounds my bed.

That one seeks protection, this one is wrong and wants to be right,

someone wishes a nice job, the fool wants to be a professor and he is an ass.

Someone the monopoly of brooches, another the fisheries of eels;

And from all sides I’ll be surrounded and crowded

by memorandums, petitions, chickens, sturgeons, bottles, brocades, candles, pickles,

doughnuts, pies, sugared almonds, candied fruit, pastries, doubloons, vanilla, coffee.

And from all sides I’ll be surrounded and crowded

doughnuts, pies, sugared almonds, candied fruit, pastries, doubloons, vanilla, coffee.

Enough! Don’t bring me more! Are you done? Go away!

I will lock the door with heavy chain, you bothersome, pests, out! Away from me.

Ah! This beautiful unknown lady looking like the wretched one

that struck me this morning, is awaking in me a mysterious longing…

Even Dandini seems to be in love with her. Here they are: If I hide here I will be able to overhear them.

Don’t run away! Four times you've had me rush back and forth the gallery.

Either you change the subject, or I'm off.

But why? What’s wrong with talking about love?

- But I’m in love with someone else. - And you dare say this to my face?

Sir, don’t be angry if I tell you the truth.

- Who are you in love with? - Forgive me!

- Who? - Your squire.

- Ah joy. My beloved! - (Everything is going well.)

Do status and riches not impress you?

- I prefer virtue and love. - Then you'll be mine?

First you must find me, get to know me, and examine my fortune.

- I will come flying to you. - Stop. Do not follow me.

How then?

Search for me. On my right hand you will find a companion for this bracelet.

If you still like me, then I will be yours.

Dandini. What do you make of that?

I think I’ve changed from prince to witness.

“If you still like me, then I will be yours.” What do these words mean?

Ah my wise tutor. My heart is filled with a mysterious love.

- What should I do? - Do what your heart tells you.

You are a prince no longer. Clear those buffoons from the palace!

Get our carriage ready. And in a few moments we will fly like the wind.

Yes, I will find her, I swear. Love will guide me. Even if she is in the arms of Jupiter, I will find her.

Beautiful memento which gives me hope

I will press you to my lips and heart!

Oh what turmoil is in his heart, I don’t understand it.

Oh, I will press you to my lips and heart!

We will fly, we will ask, we will seek, we will find.

Sweet hope and cold fear compete within my heart.

Sweet hope and cold fear compete within my heart.

Sweet hope and cold fear compete within my / his heart.

We will fly, we will ask, we will seek, we will find. Love will guide me.

So now I’m an “ex”? I’ve fallen from all to nothing in an instant.

Really, I do cut a fine figure!

Pardon my haste...

but those two girls are in a cold sweat.

Could you speed up the choice?

- It’s made, my friend! - Made! Tell me for goodness sake!

and my offspring... will they come and flourish in these apartments?

Everyone will know soon. For now it’s a secret.

- Which one? Little Clorinda or little Tisbe. - Don’t jump to conclusions.

- You can tell papa. - But don’t tell anyone.

- Of course. Tell me quickly - Can anyone hear us?

- There isn’t a fly in the air. - It’s a mystery that will astound you.

- I’m on pins and needles. - We should sit down.

- Quickly for heaven’s sake. - What you’re going to hear is very bizarre.

(Does he want to marry me?)

- Listen. - At your service.

Everything I tell you must stay between us.

My body is like a sealed cabinet.

Un segreto d’importanza, un arcano interessante io vi devo palesar.

A secret of great importance, a most interesting mystery. It’s an extraordinary matter…

I won’t bat an eyelid I’ll listen with bated breath.

I’m hanging on your every syllable…

A wise and mature man offers the best advice.

If I married one of your daughters, how should I treat her?

(I’m already appointed his advisor!) What an excess of favour is this for me!

Your Excellency, I mean Your Highness... listen to me.

Always have thirty servants in full livery,

One hundred and sixteen horses Dukes, Counts, Marshals by the dozen,

Meals always with ice cream, then carriages and bombs.

In reply, I’ll make no secret of it: we are very far from that.

I don't have dinner parties I always eat leftovers.

I don’t deal with gentlemen, but servants; I go everywhere on foot.

- You’re joking me! - I promise!

- All this then? - A hoax.

My “princely-ness” is a joke. I’m in disguise.

The real prince has returned... The joke is over.

I return to my duties. I’m Dandini, the valet:

I make the beds, brush the clothes, shave the beards, and do the hair.

You shave the beards, and do the hair!

The real prince owes me an explanation for this insult and injustice.

He won’t do anything. You need to leave now.

- I’m not leaving. - You are going.

- I am baron. - The stick is ready.

We’ll see… we’ll talk.

- I’m not leaving. - You are going. The stick is ready.

I’m not leaving. I have a double-bass playing in my head whirling from top to bottom.

Poor devil! It’s a great confusion!

- Your Excellency! be careful: - From the clouds to the ground, mighty power of the world.

- if you want a shave or a comb, - Down slide so profound!

- I know what to do! - Everybody will mock me

- Ha, ha! Look at him, silly fowl! - throughout the city.

- Poor devil! Your Excellency! - Everybody will mock me

- Ha, ha! Look at him, silly fowl! - throughout the city.

Once upon a time there was a king who got tired of being alone:

he searched and found not one, but three possible brides.

What did he do? He rejected pomp and falseness,

and chose innocence and goodness.

How dear you are! And the man to whom I gave your companion is even more precious.

What’s that noise?

(Uh! What do I see? What ugly mugs! I didn’t expect you back before the morning.)

(It’s exactly what I told you…)

Dear heaven, they are really alike.

The other one’s the original, this is the copy. Have you done everything?

Everything. Why are you glaring at me?

Because of a certain witch who looks just like you...

- I’d like to vent my spleen on your shoulder. - My poor shoulders, what did they do to you?

What weather. There’s a storm coming.

I wish a bolt of lightning would incinerate that valet...

Tell me what happened. Is there some trouble?

You fool! Go and prepare the supper.

I’m going. (What awful moods! But my squire stays in my heart.)

Excuse me friends, but the prince’s carriage has overturned. Oh look who it is!

Oh it’s you. But where is the prince?

- Don’t you know him? - The squire?! Look at this!

- Sir, forgive us… if a circumstance… - Don’t mention it.

Cenerentola quickly. Bring our best chair.

No need, I’m just here for a minute. The other carriage will quickly arrive.

-Oh! You expect so! - Hurry up Cenerentola!

- Here it is. - For the prince, you fool!

Him? The Prince!

Stay! Look, the bracelet. It’s her! What joy this is!

- It’s you? - You are the prince?

- What a surprise! - This is wonderful. - But…

- Be quiet! - Farewell sanity! - If...

- Be quiet! - What will happen?

This is a snarled knot, this is a tangled group,

the more someone tries to undo it, the more tangled it becomes.

And meanwhile my head flies, flies, than it stops;

I’m groping around, I’m going mad.

This is a snarled knot, this is a tangled group,

the more someone tries to undo it, the more tangled it becomes.

And meanwhile my head flies, flies, than it stops;

I’m groping around, I’m going mad.

This is a snarled knot, this is a tangled group,

the more someone tries to undo it, the more tangled it becomes.

And meanwhile my head flies, flies, than it stops;

I’m groping around, I’m going mad.

This is a snarled knot, this is a tangled group,

the more someone tries to undo it, the more tangled it becomes.

And meanwhile my head flies, flies, than it stops; I’m going mad.

Stupid girl! Soul of mud! What do you want? What are you thinking?

It’s uncouth to mix with us elevated people.

Vile servant. Who said you can mingle in such high society?

Get to the kitchen, useless servant, don’t come back from there.

Vile people! Do not insult the one I love.

Nasty creatures, my rage will fall on you.

I knew this comedy would change in the second act.

Now that the tragedy is unfolding, I love it!

- I’ve turned to ice. - I’ve turned to stone.

- (He’s a complete idiot.) - But a servant?

Quiet! I won’t contain my anger.

Ah sir, if you care for me,

take pity on them and let goodness triumph.

Look at those tears: sincerity, goodness!

Ah! Look at the hypocrite! What a gall she gives me.

Ah sir, if you care for me, take pity on them and let goodness triumph.

But after all said and done, Your Highness, what is your wish?

Enough! No more words! She will be my bride.

Ha ha! He must be joking. Can’t you see he’s just making fun of you?

I swear it. She will be mine.

But from among my children I thought…

I am not for them. I am just a pleb, I am too common.

The ball is in the back of the net and my master is the goal scorer.

Come to reign. I command it.

Upon this hand at least, and first to my breast…

- Go away. - Be off.

Evil insane people! I shall make you tremble.

That one grumbles and mutters, this one shouts and rages,

that one fumes, this one whines, one threatens, another sighs;

In the end they will drag us to the madhouse.

My brain is going mad, I can hardly breathe.

Come, Love will guide you to reign and to the triumph.

The turning wheel of the instable fortune comes to a stop as it reaches its vortex.

Pride is crushed to dust, goodness triumphs.

- My bride... - My Lord, forgive the tender bewilderment which still confuses me.

Until recently I was among the filthy ashes... now I have a crown on my head.

- Your highness, I bow before you... - Won’t you ever call me your daughter?

- Those arrogant… - Ah prince, I fall at your feet.

The old wrongs have vanished from my mind.

I am ascending the throne and wish to rise above it.

And therefore my revenge will consist of forgiveness.

I was born in sorrow and tears and suffered in silence.

But by good fortune, my fate has changed in a flash.

No… dry those tears. Why do you tremble?

To my breast you may fly: daughter, sister, friend, all that you’ll find in me.

She stirs and moves me: she is a goddess in my eyes.

Father, husband, friend, what a moment!

You are worthy of the throne but the throne is too little reward for you.

No longer will I sing alone, by the ashes.

It was a streak of lightning, a dream, a game, my long suffering.

Everything changes little by little you won’t suffer any more.

No longer will I sing alone, by the ashes.

It was a streak of lightning, a dream, a game, my long suffering.

Everything changes little by little you won’t suffer any more.

No longer will I sing alone, by the ashes.

It was a streak of lightning, a dream, a game, my long suffering.

Everything changes little by little you won’t suffer any more.