The Barber of Seville Page #2

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to speak to her

You must help me

What a frenzy!

Yes, l'll help you

This very day l want you to get me

into that house

How will you do it? Let's see

some nimbleness from your wits

From my wits!

l shall see, but inside a day...

l understand. Don't have doubts,

your efforts will be well rewarded

- A consideration in gold, then?

- On my word. Come now!

l'm ready. You don't realise

the prodigious effects...

...the notion of gold produces in me

in pleasing my lord Lindoro

At the thought of that metal,

portentous, all-powerful...

...the volcano of my mind

promptly starts to erupt

Let's see some astounding effect

of that metal

Let's see some singular prodigy

of that volcano, your mind

You must disguise yourself...

...for example...

...as a soldier

- As a soldier?

- Yes, my lord

As a soldier? And what for?

A regiment arrives today

- And the colonel is my friend

- Splendid

- And then?

- Good heavens!

A billeting order...

...will open that door

What do you say to that, my lord?

Don't you think l've found it?

What a wonderful idea!

Softly, softly

Another idea!

See what gold can do

You will pretend to be drunk

- Drunk?

- Yes, my Lord

Drunk? But why?

Why?

Because the guardian will believe

more in one who's a little tipsy

What a wonderful idea!

- Then?

- To work

Let's begin

- Courage!

- l'm going

l am forgetting

the most important thing!

Tell me, where is your shop?

The shop? You can't miss it.

Look carefully, here it is

Number fifteen, on the left side

Four steps, white front

Five wigs in the window

Above a placard '' Fine pomade''

Display in blue, la mode

A lantern serves as a sign

You won't fail to find me

- l understand

- Now go quickly

- Keep a good look-out

- l'll think about the rest

- l put my trust in you

- l'll await you there

- My dear Figaro...

- l understand

- l'll bring with me...

- ...a full purse

Yes, whatever you wish,

but the rest...

Have no doubts,

it will be all right

What a flame of love l feel!

l hear already the clink of money

Unusual ardour burns my soul

Silver and gold are coming

The flame of love

descends on my heart

lt burns my soul

with unusual ardour

lt makes of me a greater man

Long live my master!

l've been standing like a post

two dreary hours waiting

Then he leaves me and off he goes

By Jove! lt is not pleasant

to have to serve such a master

He's noble, young and in love

This life of mine

is agony indeed!

l can stand it no longer!

A voice a while back

echoes here in my heart

Already my heart has been pierced

and Lindoro inflicted the wound

Yes, Lindoro shall be mine

l swear it, l will win

My guardian will refuse me

l shall sharpen all my wits

ln the end he will be calmed

and l shall rest content

Yes, Lindoro shall be mine

l swear it

l will win

l am docile,

l'm respectful

l'm obedient,

gentle, loving

l let myself be ruled

l let myself be guided

But if they touch me

on my weak spot, l'll be a viper

And a hundred tricks

l'll play before l yield

Yes, l will win

lf l could at least send him

this letter

But how?

There is no one l can trust

My guardian has a hundred eyes

ln the meantime l'll seal it

l saw him conversing with Figaro

for over an hour

Figaro is a gallant,

a good-hearted young fellow

He may be the protector

of our love!

- Good day, young lady

- Good day, signor Figaro

- How are you?

- Dying of boredom

ls it possible?

And you a lovely, spirited girl...

You make me laugh!

What use are spirit and beauty to me

if l am shut up by four walls?

l seem to be in my own tomb!

ln a tomb?

Listen, l wish...

There is my guardian,

l hear his footsteps

We'll meet again soon.

l have something to tell you

- And l you

- Excellent. l'm off

How pleasant he is!

Wretched Figaro!

- Good-for-nothing! Curse him!

- There he is, always shouting

He's made a hospital

of the whole family...

...with opium, blood-letting...

...and hellebore!

- Have you seen the barber?

- Why?

- l wish to know

- He upsets you too?

And why not?

l'll tell you. Yes, l've seen him,

talked to him, he pleases me

His joviality appeals to me

Burst with rage,

you hateful old man

Just look at the little charmer!

The more l love her,

the more she despises me

Certainly it is the barber

who has made her malicious

What could he have told her?

Let's find out

Hey, Berta, Ambrogio

What's the use!

They're half-dead. Get out!

May the devil take you!

Barber from hell!

Some day l'll make you pay

Don Basilio,

you've arrived just in time

l wish, by force or by love,

to marry my Rosina by tomorrow

You understand me?

You are right

l have come to warn you, but...

...it's a secret!

Count Almaviva has arrived

- Who? Rosina's unknown lover?

- Precisely

Oh, the devil!

We must remedy this!

Certainly, but discreetly

What do you mean?

We must begin the affair

by inventing some story...

...that will put him

in a bad light publicly...

...that will make him appear

an infamous man...

...a lost soul

l shall serve you

Within four days, believe me,

Basilio gives you his word...

...we shall have driven him

out of town

You believe so?

Certainly! lt is my own system,

and it does not fail

And you'll do it? But...

Slander?

Don't you know

what slander is like?

No, l don't

No? Then be still and listen to me

Slander is a little breeze

lt is a very gentle zephyr

lmperceptibly, subtly,

lightly, sweetly...

...it begins to whisper

Softly, softly, at ground level...

...hissing in an undertone...

...it goes spreading,

it goes buzzing

lt penetrates insidiously

the ears of people

lt bewilders and inflates

the mind and the brain

Emerging from the mouth,

the noise grows in volume

lt gathers force little by little,

flies from place to place

lt seems like the tempest

that in the heart of the forest...

...goes whistling, rumbling,

and freezes you with horror

Finally it breaks loose,

it spreads, it redoubles

lt produces an explosion...

...like the shot of a cannon...

...like an earthquake, a hurricane...

...a universal tumult,

that makes the air resound

And the wretch who's slandered,

trampled on, humiliated...

...under the public scourge

expires, if he's lucky

What do you say to that?

That may be true, but we are

losing time and need is pressing

No, l wish to do it my way

Let's go into my room

l want us now to draw up

the marriage contract

When she is my wife...

...l'll see to it that she's kept safe

from these enamoured lady-killers

lf there's money about,

l'm here to take the change

My wily ones! Very well indeed!

l've heard everything

Long live the good doctor!

Poor baboon!

Your wife? Come now!

Get that out of your head!

While they are shut up in there

l'll try to speak to the girl

Here she is

Well, signor Figaro?

- Great things, miss

- ls that so?

- We'll celebrate a wedding

- What do you mean?

Your fine guardian has arranged

to be your husband by tomorrow

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