La Boheme by Luigi Illica;Giuseppe Giacosa
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page 76 of 98 (77%)
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I bought back with caresses!
MIMI and RUD. Lonely in winter, With Death as sole companion! But in glad springtime There's the sun, the glorious sun! (_From the tavern the sound of breaking plates and glasses is heard_) MUS. (_from within_) What d'ye mean? What d'ye mean? (_running out_) MAR. (_from within_) You were laughing, you were flirting By the fireside with that stranger! (_stopping on the threshold of the inn and confronting _MUSETTA) And how you colored When I caught you in the corner! MUS. (_defiantly_) Stuff and nonsense! all he said was: "Are you very fond of dancing?" And, half blushing, I made answer: "I'd be dancing all day long, sir." MAR. This is talk that only leads to things dishonest. MUS. My own way I mean to have! MAR. (_half menacing _MUSETTA) |
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