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Here the sire may serve the dam,
here the master takes his meat! Here the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat! |
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Poor young maiden! For the thrill
on your tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the winding sheets! |
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Serve the meal and serve the maid!
Serve the master so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don Juan triumphs once again! |
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DON JUAN
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Passarino, faithful friend,
once again recite the plan. |
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PASSARINO
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Your young guest believes I'm you -
I, the master, you, the man. |
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DON JUAN
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When you met you wore my cloak,
with my scarf you hid your face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's borrowed place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, stealing what, in truth, is mine. When it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine . . . |
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PASSARINO
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You come home! I use your voice -
slam the door like crack of doom! |
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DON JUAN
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I shall say: "come - hide with me!
Where, oh, where? Of course - my room!" |
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PASSARINO
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Poor thing hasn't got a chance!
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DON JUAN
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Here's my hat, my cloak and sword.
Conquest is assured, if I do not forget myself and laugh . . . |
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AMINTA (CHRISTINE - offstage, entering)
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". . . no thoughts
within her head, but thoughts of joy! No dreams within her heart but dreams of love!" |
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PASSARINO (onstage)
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Master?
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DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)
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Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . . |
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(PASSARINO leaves. CHRISTINE (AMINTA) enters.
She takes off her cloak and sits down. Looks about her. No one. She starts on an apple. The PHANTOM, disguised as DON JUAN pretending to be PASSARINO, emerges. He now wears PASSARINO's robe, the cowl of which hides his face. His first words startle her) |
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DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
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You have come here
in pursuit of your deepest urge, in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . . |
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I have brought you,
that our passions may fuse and merge - in your mind you've already succumbed to me dropped all defences completely succumbed to me - now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . . |
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Past the point
of no return - no backward glances: the games we've played till now are at an end . . . Past all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . . |
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What raging fire
shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its door? What sweet seduction lies before us . . .? |
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Past the point
of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn? Beyond the point of no return . . . |
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AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
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You have brought me
to that moment where words run dry, to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence . . . |
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I have come here,
hardly knowing the reason why . . . In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, |
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I've decided, decided . . . |
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Past the point
of no return - no going back now: our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . . Past all thought of right or wrong - one final question: how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .? |
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When will the blood
begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .? |
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BOTH
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Past the point
of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . . We've passed the point of no return . . . |
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PHANTOM
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Say you'll share with
me one love, one lifetime . . . Lead me, save me from my solitude . . . |
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(He takes from his finger a ring and holds it out to her.
Slowly she takes it and puts it on her finger.) |
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Say you want me
with you, here beside you . . . Anywhere you go let me go too - Christine that's all I ask of . . |
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CARLOTTA
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What is it? What has happened? Ubaldo!
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ANDRE
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Oh, my God . . . my God . . .
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FIRMIN
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We're ruined, Andre - ruined!
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GIRY (to RAOUL)
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Monsieur le Vicomte! Come with me!
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CARLOTTA (rushing over to PIANGI's body)
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Oh, my darling, my darling . . . who has done
this ...? |
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(Hysterical, attacking ANDRE)
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You! Why did you let this happen?
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(She breaks down, as PIANGI's body is carried off on a stretcher)
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GIRY
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Monsieur le Vicomte, I know where they are.
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RAOUL
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But can I trust you?
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GIRY
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You must. But remember: your hand at the level of
your eyes! |
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RAOUL
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But why . . .?
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GIRY
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Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. First Buquet. Now Piangi.
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MEG (holding up her hand)
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Like this, monsieur. I'll come with you.
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GIRY
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No, Meg! No, you stay here!
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(To RAOUL)
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Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too
late . . . |
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