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- Barber of Seville Act I -

Ha! What a good life! To work little and play hard, and always a doubloon in my pocket, the fruits of my reputation.

Here’s the deal: Without Figaro, not one girl in Seville gets married! To me, widows come to find a husband!

By using my comb by day and my guitar by night, I’m well able to please everyone fairly!

- What a life! What a lovely profession! Now, to my shop. - Is it he, or am I mistaken?

- Who can that be? - Oh, it’s him all right! Figaro!

- At your service… Oh! Whom do I see! Your Excellency! - Hush! No one knows me here and I want to keep it that way!

- I have my reasons. - I understand. I’ll leave you to it, then.

No, stay. Maybe your arrival doesn’t have to upset my plans. But tell me,rascal, what are you doing here? You’re looking fat.

- Poverty, sir! - Ha! Scoundrel!

- Are you wiser now? - And how! And you sir, what are you doing in Seville?

I’ll tell you. I saw on the Prado a flower of beauty, a girl, daughter of a certain senile doctor who recently moved here.

Charmed by her, I left my home and my people, and came here. And here night and day I spend walking around this balcony.

That balcony? A doctor? By God, you’re fortunate indeed! Your macaroni has been cheesed for you!

Surely in there I’m a barber, wigmaker, surgeon, gardener, herbalist, veterinarian, the handy-man of the house!

- What luck! - That’s not all. The girl isn’t his daughter. She’s his ward!

- What a consolation! - Therefore… Quiet! The balcony is opening.

- He hasn’t come yet. Perhaps… - Oh my life! My goddess! My treasure! At last I see you!

- What a shame! I’d like to give him this note. - Well, young lady? The weather’s fine. What is that paper?

- Nothing, sir. Just words to a song from “The Useless Precaution.” - Nice one! “The Useless Precaution” - How sly!

- What is this “Useless Precaution?” - Please! Don’t you know about the new musical drama?

A drama! Oh great! It’s usually a long, melodramatic, sad, boring, poetic piece of drivel. Our century has been corrupted by bad taste!

- Foolish me! The song fell down. Pick it up, quickly. - I’m going.

- I see it. Don’t worry. - Quickly!

- I’m here. Where is it? - The wind took it. Keep looking.

I don’t see it. Young lady, I don’t want… (By God, she almost tricked me!)

- In the house! Now! Am I talking to myself? Move! - I’m going. What a temper!

- I’m going to have that balcony bricked up. Inside, I say! - What a horrible life!

- Poor girl! Her unhappy existence interests me even more. - Quick, let’s see what she has written.

“Your attention piques my curiosity. My tutor will leave soon. Find a way to let me know your name, station, and intentions…

…I can’t go out on the balcony without that tyrant. But rest assured your unfortunate Rosina is ready to do anything to break her chains.”

Yes, she will break them! Tell me: what kind of man is her guardian?

A frenzied old man, greedy, suspicious, and cranky. He’s at least 100 years old but thinks he’s a ladies’ man.

Guess why: To get his hands on her inheritance, he’s gotten it into his head to marry her.

Help! The door is opening!

I’ll return in a few minutes. Don’t open the door for anyone. If Don Basilio comes looking for me, let him wait.

I’d better hurry and marry her. Yes, I’ll taken care of it today!

He’s going to marry Rosina today! Doddering old man! But tell me now, who is this Don Basilio?

He’s a notorious meddler in the affairs of marriage, a hypocrite, a scrounger, a bum… he’s her music teacher.

- Good, good to know. - Now think of how you can satisfy the beautiful Rosina’s desires.

I won’t tell her my name, nor my position. I want her to love me for who I am, not my wealth or the title of Countess Almaviva.

- Ah, if you could… - Me? No sir, you yourself must… - I? And how?

Shush! We’re in earshot. By Jove, I’m right. The girl is behind the shutters. No one can see us.

- In a little song, simply explain everything to her, my lord. - A song?

- Certainly. Here’s the guitar. Quickly, do it! - But… - (Patience…!) - Okay then, let’s try.

If you wish to know my name, hear it from my lips.

I am Lindoro who faithfully adores you, wishes to marry you, who calls you by name.

Always speaking thusly of you, from dawn until dusk.

Keep going, my dearest, please continue.

- Listen! What do you think? - I’m so happy!! - Well done. Keep going!

The amorous, sincere Lindoro cannot offer his dearest a treasure.

Rich I may not be, but I give you a heart, a loving soul that true and faithful sighs for you alone like this from dawn to dusk.

The amorous sincere Rosina from her heart Lind…

- Heavens! - Someone must have come into the room. She has withdrawn.

By heaven! I’m delirious… burning… I must see her at all costs! I want to speak to her! You… you must help me!

- What a state! Yes, I’ll help you. - Good. I want you to get me into that house today.

How will you do it? Come on! Let’s see your wits come up with a brilliant idea.

- My wits! Well… I’ll see… but today... - I see. Have no doubt. You’ll be rewarded well .

- Really? - I promise. - Gold at my discretion? - In abundance. Look lively!

I’m ready. You have no idea how much the sweet idea of gold makes me want to satisfy my lord Lindoro.

At the thought of the metal, splendid, all-powerful, my mind already becomes a volcano of ideas!

Come then, let’s see that metal produce an astounding effect, show me a single display from that volcanic mind of yours!

- You should disguise yourself, for example, as a soldier. - As a soldier? And what do I do then?

- Today a regiment is arriving. - Yes, the colonel is my friend.

- Perfect! - And then?

That door will open to you as you’re seeking lodging. What do you say, my lord? Have I hit on something?

What a delicious invention! Truly lovely!

Quietly… another idea! See what gold does?

Drunk… yes, my lord will pretend to be drunk.

Drunk? But why?

Because the guardian won’t be suspicious of one reeling from wine.

What a delicious invention! Truly lovely!

- Well then? - To work!

Let’s go! Oh! I forgot the most important part! Tell me… your shop, where is it so I may find you?

The shop? You can’t miss it. Look carefully… there it is.

Number fifteen, on the left, four steps, the front is white.

Five wigs in the window, and a sign above that says “Fine Pomade” in the modern blue style. There you won’t fail to find me.

- I understand. - Now go, quickly.

- Keep your eyes peeled. - I’ll think about the rest.

- I trust you. - I’ll wait there for you.

- My dear Figaro… - I know, I know.

- I’ll bring with me… - A full purse.

- Whatever you wish, but the rest… - Don’t worry, it will go well.

- I feel love’s flame, messenger of joy and contentment! - I hear the clink of the coins already!

- My soul burns and makes me a better man! - Gold and silver come, fall in my pocket!

- Love’s fires descend upon my heart! - My soul burns with an unusual ardor…

- Number fifteen… with five wigs… - White front… modern style…

- And as a sign… - A lantern…

- I feel that flame of love, messenger of joy and contentment… - Five wigs in the window, a lantern as a sign…

- Gold and silver come, falling in my pocket… - My soul burns and makes me a better man…

Well done, master! Two hours, standing there like a stick, makes me wait and then just takes off.

It’s awful, serving a master like him. Noble, young, and in love, this life is just a big pain! I don’t wish to endure it any longer!