Quietly, very quietly, without talking,
everyone gather round me here.
Quietly, very quietly, we are here.
Gather round me here.
We are here.
Quietly.
- Gather round me here. - We are here.
Everything is silent,
no one is coming
who could disturb
our songs.
Fiorello... Ho!
Here I am, my lord.
Well! And our friends?
They stand here ready.
Good, very good! Keep silent.
Quietly, very quietly, without talking.
Gather round me here.
Without talking.
Quietly.
Without talking.
See, smiling in the heavens,
the lovely dawn is breaking,
and you have not yet risen.
How can you sleep so?
Arise, my sweet hope!
Come, my adored beauty!
Relieve the pain, Cupid,
of the arrow that has wounded me.
Be silent!
I now see that countenance dear.
Mercy is granted to this loving soul.
Oh, moment of love!
Happy moment!
Oh, sweet contentment
that has no equal!
Hey, Fiorello!
MY lord?
Say, did you see her?
No, my lord.
Ah! How vain is every hope!
My lord, day is breaking.
Ah! What am I thinking of? What am I doing?
All is in vain.
Good people!
My lord.
Come forward, come forward.
I no longer need
more music, more songs.
Goodnight, all of you. There's nothing more for you to do.
A thousand thanks, my lord, for the favour, for the honour.
Enough, enough! Don't talk. That's no help! Don't shout.
- Curses on you! Get out of here! - Ah, such courtesy!
- Ah, you rabble! Away from here! - We're much obliged, in truth.
- Everyone in the neighbourhood - Oh, what a fortunate encounter!
- Will be wakened by this din. - And a gentleman of quality.
- Enough! - Quiet! - Thanks!
Ah, what a rage it puts in me!
Curses on you! Get out of here! Ah, you rabble! Away from here!
Indiscreet fellows!
With their ill-timed uproar
they've almost roused the whole neighbourhood.
At last they are gone!
And she hasn't shown herself! My hopes are dashed.
And yet I mean to wait until I see her.
Every morning at dawn she comes
to take the air on that balcony.
Fiorello, you can go.
Yes, sir. I'll wait over there if you need me.
Who's this troublemaker now? I'll let him pass.
Hidden under these arches I'll see all I want.
Day is already breaking and there's no shame in love.
Make way for the factotum of the town,
hastening to his shop, for it's dawn already.
Ah, what a good life! What pleasures there are
for a barber of quality!
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo!
Most fortunate, indeed! Bravo!
Ready for anything, by night and by day. Always on the go, out and about.
Better fortune for a barber, a life more noble, no, there's none.
Razors and combs, lancets and scissors, everything's ready at my command.
Then there are perks of the trade
with the young ladies, with the young bloods.
With the young ladies...
With the young bloods...
Ah, what a good life! What pleasures there are
for a barber of quality!
Everyone calls for me, everyone wants me,
ladies, boys, old men, maidens.
Here a wig, quick a shave.
Here a leech, quick a billet-doux.
HeY, Figaro!
Dear me, what a frenzy! Dear me, what a crowd!
One at a time, for heaven's sake!
Figaro! Here I am. Hey, Figaro!
Here I am. Figaro here, Figaro there,
Figaro up, Figaro down.
Quick as can be, I'm like lightning: I'm the factotum of the town.
Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo!
Fortune won't let you down.
I'm the factotum of the town.
Ah, what a good life!
Little rest, much amusement,
and always some money in my pocket,
the ripe fruit of my reputation.
It's like this: without Figaro no girl in Seville can marry,
the widows come to me for a husband.
By wielding the comb by day,
by playing the guitar at night,
I'm well able to please everyone fairly.
Oh, what a life! Oh, what a profession!
But now I must hurry to the shop.
It's him, or I deceive myself.
- Who can this be? - Oh, it's him, without doubt! Figaro!
Oh, who do I see? Your Excellency!
Quiet, quiet! Be careful!
I'm not known here, nor do I want to be known.
I've good reasons for this.
I understand. I'll leave you in peace.
- No. - Can I help you?
No, I say. Stay here.
Perhaps for my plans your arrival is not inopportune.
But heavens, tell me, you rogue, how I find you here?
By all that's mighty! You're looking fat and round...
Misery, my lord!
- Ah, scoundrel! - Thanks.
- Do you still have discretion? - Oh, indeed!
And you, what brings you to Seville?
I'll tell you.
On the Prado I saw a flower of great beauty,
a girl, daughter of some senile doctor who settled here recently.
I fell in love with her,
left parents and fatherland, and came here.
And here day and night
I walk about round that balcony.
That balcony? A doctor? Oh, heavens!
You're very fortunate. It couldn't be better.
- What? - Certainly. In there I'm barber, wig maker,
surgeon, gardener, apothecary - the household's jack of all trades.
- Oh, what luck! - That's not all.
The girl isn't the doctor's daughter.
- She's only his ward! - Oh, what a consolation!
- Therefore... Quiet! - What is it?
The balcony window is opening.
- He hasn't come yet. Perhaps... - My darling!
My goddess! My beloved! I can see you at last.
Oh, how annoying! I want to give him this letter...
Well, my girl? The weather is fine.
- What is that paper? - Nothing, sir.
Just the words of the aria from "The Useless Precaution".
- How clever, "The Useless Precaution". - How cunning!
What is this "Useless Precaution"?
It's the title of the new opera.
An opera? A fine thing!
Poor me! I dropped it! Will you please fetch it?
I'm going.
- I understand. Never fear. - Hurry.
I'm here. Where is it?
The wind is blowing it away. Look further.
I do not see it.
Hey, little lady, are you...
My goodness, she's almost tricked me!
Inside there! Go right away! I command you, hurry!
All right, I'm going! What a fuss!
I must wall up that balcony. Get inside, I say!
What a way to be living!
Poor troubled lady!
Her suffering increases my ardour.
- Let's see what she wrote. - All right.
Read it.
"Your attentions have aroused my curiosity."
"My guardian is going out."
"When he has gone, try to let me know"
"your name, your position and your intentions."
"I cannot appear on the balcony"
"without that tyrant."
"I assure you that every effort will be made to break away"
"by the unfortunate Rosina."
Yes, she will escape.
Now, tell me, what's her guardian like?
He's an old grumbler,
mean and suspicious.
He must be about a hundred,
yet he wants to act the young suitor.
And to get his hands on Rosina's inheritance
he's taken it into his head to marry her.
- What? - The door is opening.
I'll be back in a few minutes.
Open the door to no one.
If Don Basilio comes looking for me, tell him to wait.
I'd better hasten my marriage to her.
Yes, I want to settle the affair this very day.
He'll marry Rosina this very day!
Ah, the old dotard!
But tell me now: who's this Don Basilio?
He's a notorious meddler in matrimonial affairs,
a hypocrite, a real scrounger, always without a farthing.
He used to be a music master, he teaches the girl.
Splendid. It's good to know all that.
Now think of satisfying the desires of the beautiful Rosina.
I don't want to tell her my name, or my position.
First I want to make sure she loves me for myself,
not for my wealth or my title of Count Almaviva.
Oh, if you could...
Not I, signor. You yourself must...
In a little song, explain it all to her,
quite simply, my lord.
- A song? - Certainly.
Here's the guitar. Quick, let's start.
- But I... - Oh, give me patience!
Well then, let's try.
If you wish to know who I am,
listen to my name from my own lips.
I'm Lindoro, who truly adores you,
who wishes to wed you, who calls you by name,
and is always talking of you thus,
from dawn till the end of the day.
Continue, O dear one. Go on, as before.
- Listen. What do you think of that? - Oh, I'm happy!
Courage! Now you. Continue.
The enamoured and sincere Lindoro
cannot give you, my dear, a fortune.
I'm not rich,
but I give to you a heart, a loving spirit
that, faithful and constant,
sighs for you alone thus,
from dawn till the end of the day.
The enamoured and sincere Rosina
with her heart Undo...
Oh, heaven!
Someone must have entered the room.
- She has withdrawn. - Ah, heavens!
I'm going mad already! I'm afire.
I want at all costs to see her, to speak to her!
Ah, you, you must help me.
What a frenzy! Yes, yes, I'll help you.
Courage! I want you to get me into that house.
Tell me, how will you do it? Come! Let's see some nimbleness from your wits.
From my wits! Good. I'll see.
- But inside a day... - Ah, come now!
I understand you.
You'll be well rewarded for your efforts.
- Really? - On my word.
- A consideration in gold, then? - Gold in abundance.
- Come on, look lively. - I'm ready.
Ah, you don't realize the prodigiously agreeable effects
the notion of gold produces in me
in pleasing my lord Lindoro.
At the thought of that metal, portentous, all-powerful,
the volcano of my mind promptly starts to erupt.
Come, let's see some astounding effect
of that metal,
some singular prodigy of that volcano, your mind.
You must disguise yourself,
for example
as a soldier.
- As a soldier? - Yes, my lord.
As a soldier? And what for?
A regiment's arriving today.
Yes, and the colonel's my friend.
Splendid.
- And then? - Good heavens!
A billeting order
will open that door.
What do you say to that, my lord?
Don't you think I've found it?
- What a wonderful idea! - What an idea!
What a wonderful idea! Beautiful, beautiful, truly, yes.
What a wonderful idea! Beautiful, beautiful, truly.
Softly, softly.
Another idea!
See what gold can do.
Drunk, yes, my lord, you'll pretend to be drunk.
Drunk?
Yes, my lord.
Drunk! But why?
Because the guardian, believe me,
the guardian will believe more
in one who's a little tipsy
and unsteady from the wine.
- What a wonderful idea! - What an idea!
- What a wonderful idea! - Beautiful, beautiful, truly, yes.
- Then? - To work.
Let's begin.
- Courage! ' I'm going.
Oh, I'm forgetting the most important thing!
Tell me, where's your shop, so I can find you?
The shop? You can't miss it. Look carefully, there it is yonder.
Number 15, on the left,
four steps, white front,
five wigs in the window,
above a placard "Fine pomade",
display in blue, a la mode:
a lantern serves as a sign.
You won't fail to find me.
- I understand. - Now go quickly.
- Keep a good look-out. - I'll think about the rest.
- I put my trust in you. - I'll await you there.
- My dear Figaro. - I understand, I understand.
- I'll bring with me... - ...a full purse.
Yes, whatever you wish, but the rest now.
Oh, have no doubt. It'll be all right.
Ah, what a flame of love I feel,
- prelude to joy and deep content! - I hear already the clink of money!
Unusual ardour burns this soul
- and makes of me a greater man. - Already the gold is coming. Look, here!
I hear already the clink of money!
Already the silver and gold is coming.
It descends in my pocket, look, it's here.
Unusual ardour burns this soul
and makes of me a greater man.
Number 15.
White front.
- Five wigs... - ...a la mode.
- A lantern serves... - ...as a sign.
A voice a while back
echoes here in my heart.
Already my heart's been pierced
and Lindoro inflicted the wound.
Yes, Lindoro shall be mine.
I swear it, I'll win.
My guardian will refuse me,
I'll sharpen all my wits.
In the end he'll be calmed
and I'll rest content.
Yes, Lindoro shall be mine.
I swear it, I'll win.
I'm docile, I'm respectful,
I'm obedient, gentle, loving.
I let myself be ruled,
I let myself be guided.
But if they touch me on my weak spot, I'll be a viper
and a hundred tricks I'll play before I yield.
Yes, yes, I'll win.
If I could at least send him this letter.
But how? There's no one I can trust.
From my window I saw him conversing for more than an hour with Figaro, the barber.
Figaro's a gallant, a good-hearted young man.
Who knows if he may not be the protector of our love!
- Oh, good day, signorina. - Good day, Signor Figaro.
- Well then, how are you? - Dying of boredom.
Oh, the devil! Is it possible? And you a lovely, spirited girl...
Ha, ha, you make me laugh! What use is spirit to me, what good is beauty,
if I'm shut up between four walls
so that I seem to be in my own tomb?
In a tomb? Shame on you! Listen, I wish...
- There's my guardian. - Are you sure?
- Certainly; those are his footsteps. - Adieu, adieu!
We'll meet again here soon. I've something to tell you.
- And I you, Signor Figaro. - Excellent! I'm off.
How pleasant he is!
Ah, wretched Figaro! Good-for-nothing! Curse him! Villain!
There he is. Always shouting.
But he'll get the worst of it!
He's made a hospital of the whole family
with opium, blood-letting, and hellebore.
Signorina, the barber, have you seen him?
Why?
Because I wish to know.
- Perhaps he also makes you angry? - And why not?
Well then. Yes, I've seen him. I've talked with him. He pleases me.
His conversation, his youthful appearance appeals to me.
Burst with rage, you hateful old man.
Just look at the little charmer.
The more I love her, the more the rascal despises me.
Certainly it's the barber who's made her malicious.
Who knows what he's told her!
Well, I'll find out.
Tell me, did the barber speak to Rosina?
Tell me, you idiot.
What's the use! Look at them: they're half dead.
Off with you, and the devil take you!
Ah! Infernal barber, you'll pay for this!
Here you are, Don Basilio. You've arrived just in time!
Oh! I wish, by force or by love, to marry my Rosina by tomorrow.
Have you understood?
Oh, what you say is excellent
and precisely why I've come to warn you. But keep it secret!
Count Almaviva has arrived.
Who? Rosina's unknown lover?
- Precisely. - Oh, the devil!
Ah, we must remedy this!
Certainly. But discreetly.
- What do you mean? - Just this:
we must begin the affair by inventing some story
that will put him in a bad light publicly,
that will make him appear an infamous man,
a lost soul.
I'll serve you.
Within four days, believe me, Basilio gives you his word,
we'll have driven him out of town.
And you believe so?
Oh, certainly! It's my own system. And it doesn't fail.
And you'll do it? But...
Slander?
Ah, don't you know then what slander is like?
- No. I don't. - No?
Then be still and listen to me.
Slander is a little breeze,
a very gentle Zephyr,
which insensibly, subtly,
lightly, sweetly,
begins to whisper.
Softly, softly, at ground level,
hissing in an undertone,
it goes spreading, it goes buzzing.
It penetrates insidiously the ears of people
and bewilders and inflates the mind and the brain.
Emerging from the mouth, the noise grows in volume,
gathers force little by little, flies now from place to place.
It seems like thunder, like the tempest that in the heart of the forest
goes whistling, rumbling and freezes you with horror.
Finally it overflows and breaks loose. It spreads, it redoubles
and produces an explosion like the shot of a cannon,
an earthquake, a hurricane,
a universal tumult that makes the air resound.
And the wretched one who's slandered, trampled down, humiliated,
under the public scourge, if he's lucky, expires.
Ah, what do you say to that?
Ah! That may be true,
but meanwhile we're losing time, and here need is pressing.
I wish to do it my way. Let's go into my room.
I want us now to draw up together the marriage contract.
When she's my wife, I'll see to it that she's kept safe
from these enamoured ladykillers.
If there's money about, I'm here to take the change.
My wily ones! It's all right with me! I've heard everything.
Long live the good doctor! Poor baboon!
Your wife? Ah, come now! Clear out that from your head!
While they are shut up in there I shall try to speak to the girl.
Here she is, the very person.
Well then, Signor Figaro?
- Great things, signorina. - Is that so?
- We'll be celebrating a wedding. - What does that mean?
I mean to say that your fine guardian has arranged
to be your husband by tomorrow.
- Ah, come now! - Oh, I swear it to you.
He's locked himself in there with the music master to draw up the contract now.
Oh, yes? He's made a big mistake! Poor fool!
He'll have to deal with me. But tell me, Signor Figaro,
you were talking a little while ago with a gentleman under my window.
Ah, a cousin of mine, a fine young man
with a good head and excellent heart
who's come to finish his studies and, poor chap, seek his fortune.
- Fortune? Ha, he'll find it. - Oh, I doubt it very much.
Confidentially, he's saddled with one great fault.
- A great fault? - Ah, great:
- He's dying of love. - Is that so?
You see, I'm most interested in that young man.
- By Jove! - Don't you believe me? - Oh, yes!
And, tell me, does his sweetheart live far away?
Oh, no! That is, here. A step or two away.
- But is she beautiful? - Oh, very beautiful!
Here is her portrait for you:
black hair, rosy cheeks, eloquent eyes,
- fascinating hands. - And the name?
Ah, what a lovely name! She's called...
- Well then, she's called? - She's called...
Rrr... o: R0...
SSS. . . si...
Rosi...
nnn... a: na...
Rosina.
Then I'm... You're not deceiving me?
Then I'm the fortunate one?
I'd already guessed it: I knew before you did.
Lovely Rosina, you're the object of Lindoro's affections.
Oh, what a cunning little minx.
But she'll have to deal with me.
Listen, listen, how do I arrange to speak to Lindoro?
Hush, hush. Lindoro will be here around now to talk to you.
To talk to me? Splendid, splendid! Let him come, but prudently.
I'm dying of impatience already! But what's the delay? What's he doing?
He's waiting for some sign, poor chap, of your affection.
Send him a note
of only two lines and he'll come.
- What do you say? - I shouldn't...
- Come, courage! - I wouldn't know...
- Only two lines... - I'm ashamed.
But of what? He knows!
Quick, quick! Here, the note.
A letter?
Here is one.
It was already written?
See, what a fool I am!
And I play the teacher to her?
How fortunate I am in my affections! I begin to breathe again.
Ah, that woman could deliver a lecture on cunning.
Ah, you alone, my love, are the one to bring me consolation!
Women, women, eternal gods, who can attempt to make you out?
- Listen, will Lindoro...? - He'll be coming here.
Any moment he'll be here to talk.
- Let him come, but prudently. - Yes, he'll be coming here.
Now I feel better. That Figaro is a fine young fellow.
Briefly, with politeness, may I know from my Rosina
what that fellow came to do this morning?
- Figaro? I know nothing. - Did he speak to you?
- He spoke to me. - What did he say to you?
He told me a hundred trifling things:
about the fashions in France, about the illness of his daughter Marcellina.
Is that so? And I bet he brought an answer to your letter.
- What letter? - Don't try!
That aria from "The Useless Precaution" you dropped this morning from the balcony.
Are you blushing? I should have guessed!
What's the meaning of that finger so stained with ink?
Stained? Oh, nothing.
I burned myself and have just now treated it with ink.
The devil!
And that notepaper? There are five sheets, there were six.
That notepaper?
It's true. I used one to send some sweets to Marcellina.
Very smart! And the pen? Why has it been sharpened?
Curse you! The pen?
To design a flower on my embroidery frame.
- A flower? - A flower.
A flower!
- Saucy girl! Be quiet! Enough of that. - It's true. Believe me, sir!
Enough of that.
Such excuses, signorina, to a doctor of my station?
I do advise you, my dear, to deceive a little better.
Sweetmeats to the little girl?
The embroidery on the frame?
You burned yourself? Oh, come now!
It needs something different, my girl, to be able to hoax me.
Why is that sheet of paper missing?
I want to know about that hoax.
Sweet smiles are useless.
Stay there! Do not touch me!
Do not think, my girl, that I'll let myself be made a fool of.
Come, dear, confess.
I'm disposed to forgive.
Will you not speak?
Are you going to be obstinate?
Then I know what I have to do.
Another time, signorina, when Bartolo goes out,
he'll hand you over to the servants. He'll know what to do in his own way.
Ah, sweet smiles do not help nor the look of the innocent.
Good heavens! Through that door not even air will be able to enter.
And innocent little Rosina, disconsolate, despairing...
Ah, sweet smiles do not help nor the look of the innocent.
Through that door not even air will be able to enter.
And innocent little Rosina, disconsolate, despairing,
will stay shut up in her room for as long as I wish.
It needs something different, my girl, to be able to hoax me.
And innocent little Rosina, disconsolate, despairing,
will stay shut up in her room for as long as I wish.
Just now in this room I seemed to hear whispering.
It'll be the doctor. He doesn't have an hour of peace.
Those girls don't wish to understand.
- Someone's knocking. - Open up. - I'm coming.
Atishoo! That tobacco will be the end of me.
Hey, anyone home? Good folk!
Hey, anyone home? Does no one hear me?
Who's that fellow? What a disordered appearance!
He's drunk! Who can it be?
Hey, anyone home? Curses!
What do you want, signor soldier?
Ah, yes. Yes.
- What can the fellow want here? - Much obliged.
You are... just a minute,
you are... Dr Idiot?
What do you mean, idiot?
Ha, ha, Blockhead?
What do you mean, blockhead?
Oh, go to the devil!
Dr Barium.
Ah, splendid, Dr Barbarous!
- Nonsense! - That's excellent.
There's not much difference.
- I'm already losing patience. - I don't see her! I'm so impatient!
- I'm already losing patience. - What a long time she is! Where is she?
Here prudence will be called for.
Then you,
- you're a doctor? - I'm a doctor, yes, signor.
Ah, excellent. An embrace,
- come here, colleague. - Get back!
I'm also a fully-fledged doctor,
a regimental horse-doctor.
Look, here it is on the billeting order.
Ah, if only the dear object...
Truly, I'm already bursting with rage and spite.
...of my happiness would come!
Ah, if I set myself to it, what great folly I'd commit.
- Come, come, your sweetheart - A soldier! My guardian!
- Full of love awaits you here. - Whatever can they be doing here?
It's Rosina. Now I'm content.
He's looking at me. He's moving towards me.
- I'm Lindoro. - O heaven! What do I hear!
Ah, take care, for pity's sake!
Signorina, what are you looking for? Quickly, go away.
I'm going. Don't shout.
Hey, girl.
- I'm coming, too. - Where, my man?
To the quarters. Oh, this is fine!
- To the quarters? Poppycock! - Dear one!
- Help! - Hey there! Good heavens! - I'm off then.
Oh, no, signor, you can't be billeted here.
- How's that? - Ah, it's no use arguing.
- I have a certificate of exemption. - Certificate?
My good sir, just a moment and I'll show you it.
Ah, if I cannot stay here, pray, take this.
Alas, he's watching us!
Ah, I can't find it any more.
Take care!
But yes, I'll find it.
I feel a hundred desires within me. Ah, I can bear it no longer.
Look, here it is.
"With this document we hereby et cetera, et cetera..."
- "...exempt Doctor Bartolo..." - Ah, go to the devil!
Do not bore me any more.
- What are you doing, my good man? - Quiet there, Dr Donkey.
My quarters have been fixed here, and here in these quarters I wish to live.
- You want to stay? - To stay, certainly.
Oh, I've had enough, good sir!
Outside quickly, or a good stick will drive you out of here.
Then you want to do battle?
Good! I'll give you a battle.
A fine thing is a battle!
I'd like to demonstrate it to you here.
Watch! This is the trench.
You'll be the enemy. Pay attention!
And our friends... down with your handkerchief!
And our friends will stand here. Attention!
- Stop, stop! - What's the matter?
- I want to see that. - Yes.
If it were a prescription!
But a letter...
It's my duty, you must forgive me.
Thank you!
Thank you, my foot!
- Bring that paper here, impertinent girl! - Do you want a battle?
Pay attention!
But that paper you ask for
was dropped by me by accident.
It's the list for the laundry.
Ah, impudent girl! Here, quickly. Ah, what do I see!
- The barber... - I've blundered!
- It is the list. I'm dumbfounded! - What a lot of people!
- Splendid, splendid, the blockhead - Ah, I'm a proper blockhead!
- Has really walked into the trap. - Ah, what enormous folly!
Look here! Always the same story,
always oppressed and ill-treated.
Ah, what a dismal life!
I can bear it no longer.
Ah, Rosina, poor little thing.
What have you done to her?
- Ah, stop it. I've done nothing. - Ah, rabble-rouser, traitor!
- Come, restrain yourself, signor. - I'd like to flatten you.
- People! Help, assist him! - Leave me alone!
People! Help, for pity's sake!
Halt there!
What's happening, good sirs?
What's this uproar? Eternal gods!
Because of this din half the town has already gathered on the street.
My lord, take care, for goodness' sake.
- That's a rascal. - That's a rogue.
- Ah, wretch! - Ah, curse you!
Signor soldier, have some respect
or, by the devil himself, this basin will teach you politeness right now.
My lord, take care, for goodness' sake.
Ugly ape!
- Low-born rogue! - Hush, doctor.
- I want to shout. - Stop, signor.
- I'd like to slaughter him. - Keep quiet, for goodness' sake.
No, I want to slay him without mercy.
Keep quiet, for goodness' sake.
Quiet, someone's knocking.
Whatever can it be?
Who is it?
The guard. Open up here.
The guard! Oh, the devil!
- Now you've done it! - There's nothing to fear.
- Now you've done it! - Just let them come in.
Ah, how the devil
will this adventure ever end?
Everyone stop! No one move!
Gentlemen, what's going on?
What's the cause of this uproar?
Quickly now, the reason.
This ignoramus of a soldier has maltreated me, sir.
I came here, sir, to calm this disturbance.
He's making an infernal din. He's always talking of killing.
That knave will not accept me as a lodger.
Forgive him, poor thing. It's all been the effect of the wine.
Yes, signor.
I understand.
You're under arrest, good man.
Outside quickly!
Away from here!
Under arrest?
Me? Hey there, stop!
Frozen and immobile like a statue,
I can hardly draw a breath.
Frozen and immobile like a statue,
he can hardly draw a breath.
Frozen and immobile like a statue,
I can hardly draw a breath.
Look at Don Bartolo!
He resembles a statue!
Ha, ha! I'll split my sides laughing.
- But, sir... But a doctor... - You be quiet! Oh, no more!
- But if we... But if then... - Quiet there! We'll judge that.
Everyone go about his own business. So stop quarrelling.
- But hear me... Listen to me... - Quiet up there! Quiet down here!
- But hear me... Listen to me... - Quiet here! Quiet there!
My head seems to me to be in a frightful forge
where the persistent din of the ringing anvils
grows louder and never ceases.
Alternately this and that gigantic hammer,
with barbaric harmony, makes the walls and arches resound.
And the brain, poor little thing, already stunned, stupefied,
cannot reason, is confounded, is reduced to madness.
Just behold my fate!
However much I search, no one knows that soldier in the whole regiment.
I have my doubts... Ah, good heavens! What doubts?
I bet Count Almaviva is the one who's sent this man
to reconnoitre Rosina's heart.
No one can be safe, even in one's own house! But I...
Hey, there, someone... There's knocking, don't you hear?
I'm at home. Don't be afraid. Open the door.
Peace and joy be with you.
A thousand thanks. Don't trouble yourself.
Joy and peace for a thousand years.
Much obliged, I'm sure.
- That face seems to me familiar. - Ah, if the first blow fell on empty air
- I don't recognize it. I don't recall it. - In deceiving this idiot,
- But that face, but that face... - a new disguise
- I don't understand. Who can it be? - will favour me more. Yes!
Joy and peace, peace and joy!
I understood you. Heavens! What a bore!
Joy and peace, happiness of heart.
Enough, enough, for pity's sake.
- What a perfidious fate! - The old man doesn't recognize me.
- What a barbarous day! - Oh, my fate is fortunate!
Ah, my loved one! In a few moments we shall be talking in freedom.
Everybody's against me! What a cruel mischance!
- Peace... - Oh, no!
Briefly, my good sir, who are you, if I may ask?
Don Alonso, teacher of music and student of Don Basilio.
Well then?
Don Basilio is ill, poor thing, and in his place...
Ill, is he? I'll run and see him.
Gently. He's not so seriously ill.
I don't trust that fellow.
- Let's go. - But sir...
- What is it? - I wanted to tell you...
- Speak up. - But...
Out loud, I tell you.
Well then, as you wish, but you'll discover who Don Alonso really is.
- On behalf of Count Almaviva, I wish... - Gently. Tell me. I'm listening to you.
- The Count... - Quiet, for goodness' sake!
This morning he took lodgings in the same inn as me,
and this letter addressed to him from your ward
came into my hands by chance.
What's this I see! It's her handwriting!
Don Basilio knows nothing of this letter.
And, coming for him to give the girl a lesson,
I wished to earn your favour.
Perhaps with this letter one would be able...
- What are you getting at? - I'll tell you.
If I could talk to the girl,
I could, by your leave, make her believe
that another of the Count's lovers gave it to me,
significant proof that the Count is making a fool of Rosina.
And for that reason...
A little quieter!
Slander? Oh, splendid!
Worthy and true pupil of Don Basilio!
I'll know how to reward so fine a suggestion as it merits.
I'll go and call the girl.
As you concern yourself so much in my interest, I put my trust in you.
Have no doubts.
The affair of the letter has escaped my lips against my will.
What could I do? Without such a ruse I'd have had to go away like a simpleton.
I shall now reveal my plan to her.
If she approves, my happiness will be complete.
Here she comes. Ah, I feel my heart leap in my breast.
Come, signorina. Don Alonso, whom you see, will now give you a lesson.
- What's the matter? - It's cramp in my foot.
Oh, that's nothing. Sit next to me, pretty maid.
If you don't mind,
I'll give you a little lesson, instead of Don Basilio.
Oh, I accept with great pleasure.
What do you wish to sing?
If you agree, I'll sing the rondo from "The Useless Precaution".
That's a good girl. Let's begin.
Against a heart where love burns
with true, unquenchable fire,
a tyrant arms himself in vain
with sternness, with cruelty.
From every assault the conqueror,
love, will always prevail.
Lindoro, my treasure,
if you knew, if you could see!
This brute of a guardian, how furious he makes me!
My dear, I put my trust in you.
Save me, for pity's sake.
Do not fear, I reassure you.
Fortune will be friendly to us.
- Should I hope? - Trust me.
- And my heart? - It will rejoice.
Dear smiling image,
sweet notion of a joyful love,
you set my heart aflame
in my breast.
You transport me with delight.
Do not fear, I reassure you.
Fortune will be friendly to us.
- Should I hope? - Trust me.
- And my heart? - It will rejoice.
My dear, I put my trust in you. Save me, for pity's sake.
A lovely voice! Excellent!
Oh! A thousand thanks!
A lovely voice, certainly, but that aria, good heavens, is very boring.
In my time music was another matter.
Ah! When, for example, Caffariello sang that wonderful aria:
Listen, Don Alonso, here it is...
When you are near me, adorable Rosina...
The aria said Giannina,
but I say Rosina.
When you are near me, adorable Rosina,
my heart glows in my breast and dances the minuet.
Well done, signor barber, well done!
Ah, it was nothing. Excuse me, I'm at fault.
Well then, rogue, what have you come for?
Oh, what a fine thing! I've come to shave you.
- It's your turn today. - I'm not in the mood today.
Not in the mood today?
- Tomorrow I won't be able to come. - Why?
Because I have to shave
and cut the hair of all the officers in the new regiment,
dress the blonde wig with curls for Marchioness Andronica,
give young Count Bomba a "tower" hairdo,
find a purgative for Bernardon, the lawyer,
who had indigestion yesterday.
And then, and then, what's the use? Tomorrow I can't come.
Come on! Less chatter. Today I don't want to be shaved.
No? Good heavens! Just look at the clients I have!
I come this morning: the house is in uproar.
I return after lunch: "I'm not in the mood today."
What is all this? Have you taken me for some peasant barber?
Call in another then. I'm going.
What's the use? Let him have his way.
See, what caprices! Go to the room and fetch the towels.
No, I'll go myself.
Ah, if he'd put that bunch of keys in my hand,
I'd have been off my mark.
Tell me: isn't the key to open those shutters among them?
Yes, certainly. It's the newest one.
Ah, I'm a fine one to leave that devil of a barber here!
Go yourself and look lively.
You'll find everything on top in the cupboard at the end of the corridor.
Watch out you don't touch anything.
Ah, I'm not mad. Cheer up!
I'll be right back. The blow is struck.
That's the rogue who brought
Rosina's letter to the Count.
He seems to me to be an intriguer of the first order.
Ah, he won't fix me.
- Oh, just my luck! - Ah, what a noise!
Oh, what a rogue! My heart told me so!
That Figaro is a great man.
Now that we're alone, tell me, dear one:
would you be content to link your lot with mine? Be frank!
Ah, my Lindoro, I wish for nothing else.
- Well then? - Well, he's broken everything:
six plates, eight glasses, a tureen.
See what a fine thing!
If I hadn't caught myself on a key by chance
in that accursed dark corridor,
I'd have cracked my head against the wall.
He keeps every room in darkness, and then...
- Oh, no more. - Then let's begin. Be careful!
Come on.
- Don Basilio! - What's this I see! - What an obstacle!
How did you get here?
Your servant one and all.
What do these new tidings mean?
Ah, whatever will become of us?
We'll need boldness here.
- Don Basilio, how are you keeping? - How am I keeping?
Now what's the hold-up?
Are we going to have this blessed shave, yes or no?
I'm coming now!
Your representative?
Representative?
I've told him everything has been arranged already.
- Isn't that so? - Yes, I know everything.
- But, Don Bartolo, explain yourself. - Hey, doctor, a word with you.
Don Basilio, I'll be with you. Listen here a moment.
Try to get him outside. I greatly fear he'll expose us.
- I feel my heart quivering! - Don't give up hope.
That letter, sir: he still knows nothing of that affair.
Ah, there's a muddle here for sure. I can't begin to guess what.
I greatly fear he'll expose us. He still knows nothing of that affair.
What you say is right, my dear sir. I'll send him off out of here right now.
Who advised you, Don Basilio,
to go out walking with a fever?
- With a fever? - And what do you think?
You're as yellow as a corpse.
I'm as yellow as a corpse?
Fancy that! Good heavens! What anxiety!
This is scarlet fever!
Scarlet fever?
Go and take some medicine.
Go and take some medicine: don't bring yourself to ruin.
- Quickly, quickly, go to bed. - You make me truly alarmed.
- What you say is right. Go to bed. - Quickly, go and rest.
Quickly, go and rest.
A purse! Go to bed!
But that they should all be unanimous!
Quickly, to bed.
Hey, I'm not deaf.
I don't have to be entreated any more.
- What a colour! - What a bad complexion!
- Bad complexion? - Oh, very bad!
Then I'm going.
- Go, go! ' I'm going,
- Goodnight, my dear sir. - Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, my dear sir. Quick, get out of here.
- Goodnight, with all my heart. - Goodnight, goodnight.
Goodnight, with all my heart. We'll talk tomorrow then.
- Accursed nuisance! - Don't shout.
Goodnight, my dear sir, peace, sleep and health.
Goodnight, goodnight.
Quick, get out of here.
- Come on then, Don Bartok. - Here 1 am.
Tighten it.
Excellent.
Rosina, please, listen to me.
I'm listening to you. Here I am.
Precisely at midnight we'll be here to take you away.
Now that we have the key you've nothing to fear.
- Ouch, ouch! - What's the matter?
There's something in my eye!
Have a look. Don't touch.
Blow, for pity's sake.
Precisely at midnight I'll await you, my soul.
Already I wish to hasten the moment when I'll be bound to you.
Now I want to warn you, dear one,
that your letter, so that my disguise
- would not have been in vain... - His disguise? Ah ha!
Splendid, excellent! Signor Alonso, splendid! Very clever!
Peace and joy!
Rogues, rascals!
Ah, all of you have sworn to break me!
Out, you scoundrels! I'd like to murder you.
Your head's in a spin, but hush, doctor,
hush, doctor, you're being ridiculous.
Out, you scoundrels! I'd like to murder you.
Be quiet, be quiet. It's no use shouting.
You've sworn to break me!
Quiet, doctor, you're being ridiculous.
Our friend is raving!
We're already agreed. There's nothing to reply.
I feel myself bursting with rage, with indignation.
Oh, what a fool!
How could it happen? And I didn't notice a thing.
Don Basilio must know something about this.
Hey, is anyone there?
Listen, Ambrogio:
run over to Don Basilio's and say I await him.
Tell him to come here immediately, because I've something important to tell him,
and I can't come myself, for...
for a special reason. Hurry up.
You keep guard at the door, and then...
No, I don't trust you. I'll do it myself.
Suspicious old fool!
Do it yourself, and stay there till you die.
There's always shouting and confusion in this house.
They quarrel, they cry, they threaten.
Yes, there's not an hour of peace with this stingy old grumbler!
Oh, what a house! Oh, what a house in turmoil!
The old man is looking for a wife; the girl wants a husband.
The one rages, the other rants. Both of them are mad.
Yes, they're both mad!
But what is this thing love that makes everyone crazy?
It is a universal sickness, a craze, an itch,
a tickling, a torment.
Poor me, I feel it also.
And I don't know how it will end.
A curse on old age! I am despised by everyone.
And so I must needs die a desperate old maid.
Yes, I must needs die a desperate old maid.
- Then you have no knowledge of Don Alonso? - None at all.
Ah, the Count has certainly sent him. Some great plot's being prepared here.
Then I say that our friend was the Count in person.
- The Count? - The Count.
The purse makes it plain.
Quick, get the notary here this instant.
Here's the key to the front door. Go, quickly, for goodness' sake.
Never fear: I'll be back here in two ticks.
Rosina will have to give in, whether through love or by force.
I've just had another idea!
This letter she wrote to Almaviva will do the trick.
What a master stroke!
Hey, Rosina,
come here, come here.
I have news for you about your lover.
Poor unfortunate!
Truly you have disposed of your affections very well!
You should know your love's playing
with the heart of another. Here is the proof.
Oh, heavens! My letter!
Don Alonso and the barber are plotting against you. Don't trust them.
They want to hand you over to Count Almaviva.
To someone else? What is this?
Lindoro, you've betrayed me.
Tell me, signor, you wanted to marry me.
And I still do.
Well, you may. I'm pleased to,
but it must be immediately.
Listen, that traitor is coming at midnight with Figaro the barber.
I was going to elope with him.
The scoundrels! I'll bar the doors.
Oh, signor, they'll come through the window. They've got the key.
My goodness, burglars, that's what they are.
Quickly, lock yourself in. I should go away.
How cruel is my fate!
Ah, if it's true...
Ah, if it's true that in such a moment
you forgot, O God, about me,
may remorse, repentance
bring your faith back to me.
If the dear beloved is innocent,
what greater joy.
I no longer feel my pains;
the heart cannot desire more.
O compassionate love,
you reveal the innocence of Lindoro.
Through you the soul shall have rest,
through you the heart shall rejoice!
Ah, if the dear beloved returns,
what greater joy!
At last, here we are.
Hey, Figaro, give me your hand.
Heaven almighty! What infernal weather!
Weather for lovers.
Hey, give me some light.
Where can Rosina be?
Now we'll see.
- There's the very person. - Ah, my treasure!
Get back, wicked soul!
I have come here only to remedy the disgrace of my stupid credulity,
and to show what I am and what a lover you have lost,
worthless and ungrateful soul.
- I'm dumbstruck. - I don't understand a thing.
- But for pity's sake... - Be quiet.
You feigned love to sell me into the arms
of that vile Count Almaviva of yours.
To the Count? Ah, you're mistaken!
Oh, happy me. Look at me, my treasure,
I am Almaviva. I'm not Lindoro.
Ah! What an unexpected stroke!
He himself? O heaven, what do I hear!
I'm nearly delirious
with surprise and happiness.
It's taken their breath away. Now they're dying of happiness.
Look, look what a fine coup my genius has made!
What a triumph! What an unexpected triumph!
Happy me! O glad moment!
Ah! I'm nearly delirious
with love and happiness.
It's taken their breath away.
Now they're dying of happiness.
Look, look what a fine coup
my genius has made!
MY lord!
But you... but I...
Ah, no more, no more, my own one.
The fair name of my wife, my idol, already awaits you.
The fair name of your wife! Oh, what joy it brings my heart!
- Are you satisfied? - Ah! My lord!
- O sweet, fortunate bond - Quickly!
- That rewards my desires! - Let's go.
- O sweet, fortunate bond - Bond. Let's go quickly!
- That rewards my desires! - Rewards. Hurry up.
Love, at last you have felt pity for my sufferings.
Come now, let's go quickly.
If there's any delay, my subterfuges will fail completely for sure.
Ah! Good heavens! What did I see?
A lantern at the door!
Two people! What shall we do?
- You saw? - Yes, my lord.
- Two people? - Yes, my lord.
- A lantern? - At the door, yes, my lord.
What shall we do?
Hush, hush, quietly, quietly! Let's not cause a disturbance.
Let's get out of here quickly by the ladder from the balcony.
Hush, hush...
Let's get out of here quickly by the ladder from the balcony.
Ah! We're lost! How can we do it?
- Whatever has happened? - The ladder... - Well then?
- The ladder's not there any more. - What's that you say?
- Whoever can have removed it? - What a cruel setback!
- Unlucky me! - Hush. I hear someone.
Now we're for it. What do we do, my lord?
- Courage, my Rosina. - Here they come.
- Don Bartolo! Don Bartolo! - Don Basilio.
- And the other one? - Look, look! It's our notary.
Cheer up. Let me handle it.
Signor notary! This evening at my house
you were to have drawn up the contract for the marriage
between Count Almaviva and my niece.
The couple are here. Do you have the document with you?
- Excellent. - But not so fast. Where's Don Bartolo?
Hey, Don Basilio, this ring is for you.
But I...
Also for you are two bullets in the brain if you resist.
Oh, dear, I'll take the ring. Who's signing?
The witnesses are Figaro and Don Basilio.
Now she's my wife.
- Hurrah! - Oh, how happy I am!
Oh, the bliss I have longed for!
Hurrah!
- Stop, everyone. Here they are. - Take it easy, sir.
They're thieves, sir. Arrest them.
Your name, good sir?
I'm Count Almaviva.
The Count? What's that I hear?
- My goodness! - Calm yourself.
You're exerting yourself in vain, it's no use resisting.
The final moment of your foolish tyranny has come.
In the face of the world I proudly announce
that this lady is my wife.
Our bond, my dear, is the reward of love:
love, which made you my spouse,
will bind me to you until death.
Breathe freely at last:
come into the arms of your faithful husband,
come to enjoy a happier destiny.
- But I... - Keep quiet!
- But you... - Take care! Calm down!
Cease further resistance.
Do not risk my displeasure.
Broken is the degrading yoke
that was so cruel.
No longer will your frenzied avarice
triumph over the innocent love
of that sad beauty.
And you, unhappy victim
of an evil, despotic power,
rescued from the barbarous yoke,
change the anguish into pleasure,
and in the bosom of a faithful husband
rejoice in freedom.
- Dear friends... - Have no fear.
- This bond... - ...will not loosen.
It will always link you to her.
Ah, my heart is the gladdest, the happiest of all loving hearts!
Do not fly, glad moments of my happiness.
The twining of two loving hearts is a pleasure that has no equal.
In short, I've been wrong about everything.
Alas, that's so!
But you, you rogue, to betray me and act as a witness!
Ah, dear Don Bartok),
that Count has certain reasons in his pocket, certain arguments
that brook no answers.
And I, complete ass, the better to ensure their marriage,
took away the ladder from the balcony.
There, that's what you call a "Useless Precaution".
Let us keep the eternal memory of so happy a union.
I'll extinguish the lantern; I have nothing more to do here.
May love and eternal faith be seen to reign in your hearts.
One such happy moment has been worth the sighs and suffering:
at last this loving soul begins to breathe again.
May love and eternal faith be seen to reign in your hearts.
You have kindled the flame in the humble Lindoro;
a finer fate awaits you; rise up and rejoice.
May love and eternal faith be seen to reign in your hearts.