The Loves of Carmen Page #2

I don't know why I bother with that girl.

She's bad all the way through.

She lies as easily

as other people drink water.

She is a liar, a thief and a cheat,

has no more manners

than my great aunt's cat.

She's really awful.

But I'd sell my soul to hear her say

just once she loves me.

- Dirty gypsy trash!

- She is a disgrace to the town.

She laughed at my wedding

and made dirty remarks at my Manuelito.

- Did you see what she did?

- See what she's done to the milk!

I spit in your milk

and the milk of your old turtle of a mother,

and at the poor excuse of a woman

who married Manuelito.

Who did he marry? Me! Not you.

Gypsy garbage. Nobody would.

Out of the way. Out of the way.

What's going on here?

I'm dying. She killed me.

Bring a priest, I beg you, bring a priest.

I am dying!

What happened?

Quiet!

-It was the gypsy.

- She done it! I see her do it!

- Call the guard!

- Yes, sir.

Look, look at my face. She cut me.

I didn't say a word, and she cut me.

- I am dead! I am dying!

- Get her to the doctor.

May all your children be squint-eyed females

and may they all grow up

to swing from the gallows!

Now then. What started all this?

Quiet!

They called each other names

until I thought my ears would drop off,

and then that one took a knife

from her stocking and zip zap.

Don't believe a word they say.

All these filthy people are against me.

Guard!

Haul her. Take the gypsy to the magistrate.

She almost cut that woman's head off.

I hold you responsible.

Yes, sir.

I'm ready to go now, soldier.

Please take me away from here.

Where are you taking me, sefior e! Navarrs?

- To the magistrate.

- To the magistrate?

He will send me to prison.

I can't go to prison.

A gypsy dies in prison,

and I have no money for a bribe.

In this city, you rot in prison

without money for a bribe.

I know. Believe me, I know. I have a friend

who's in prison right this very minute.

That's why I'm here in Seville,

working my fingers to the bone

to get enough money

for a bribe to get him out.

I'm not afraid of hard work.

I'm a good, honest, working girl.

But who would take care of me

if I ever fell into prison?

Nobody cares about me.

I'm all alone in the world. All alone.

He pinched me.

I was walking along so obediently,

and he pinched me in a most vulgar way.

- She lies! I didn't touch her.

- Fall back. You, walk with the other.

Now this one.

Is there no protection against the advances

of these filthy conscripts?

I did not...

Look, little soldier,

what a good street this is.

I could give you a little shove,

and you could fall down,

and I could get away,

and nobody would catch me.

I'd be gone before those stupid Andalusians

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