The Barber of Seville Page #3

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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!

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