La Boheme by Luigi Illica;Giuseppe Giacosa
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No matter! (_calls the waiter who has gone away_)
Hi! waiter, here! (_the waiter hurriedly approaches_) See, this plate has a horrid smell of onions! (_dashes the plate on the ground; the waiter picks up the pieces_) ALC. Don't, Musetta! do be quiet! MUS. (_irritated, still watching MARCEL_) He won't look round! Now I could beat him! ALC. What's the matter? MUS. (_sharply_) I meant the waiter! ALC. Manners! Manners! (_Takes the bill from the waiter and orders the supper._) MUS. (_more irritated_) Such a bore! Just let me have my own way. If you please; I won't be ruled by you! MIMI. (_looking curiously at RUDOLPH_) Do you know who she is? MAR. You had better ask me. Well, her name is Musetta Her surname is Temptation. As to her vocation: Like a rose in the breezes, So she changes lover for lover without number. |
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