La Boheme by Luigi Illica;Giuseppe Giacosa
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I caught him in a passage of love.
BEN. (uneasily) Me! MAR. At Mabille. T'other evening I caught you. Deny? BEN. By chance 'twas. MAR. (in a flattering tone) She was lovely! BEN. (half drunk, suddenly) Ah! very. SCH. Old rascal! RUD. Old rascal! COL. Vile seducer! SCH. Old rascal! MAR. He's an oak tree. He's a cannon. RUD. He has good taste, then? BEN. (laughing) Ha, ha! MAR. Her hair was curly auburn. COL. Old knave! |
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