Here the may serve the dam, here the master takes his meat! the sacrificial lamb utters one despairing bleat!
Poor young maiden! For the thrill on tongue of stolen sweets you will have to pay the bill - tangled in the sheets!
Serve the meal and the maid! Serve the so that, when tables, plans and maids are laid, Don triumphs once again! Passarino, faithful friend, once again the plan.
Your young guest I'm you - I, the master, you, the man When you met you wore my cloak, with my scarf you hid face. She believes she dines with me, in her master's place! Furtively, we'll scoff and quaff, what, in truth, is mine. it's late and modesty starts to mellow, with the wine ... You come home! I use your - slam the door like crack of doom! I shall say: "come - hide me! Where, oh, Of course - my room!"
Poor thing got a chance!
my hat, my cloak and sword. Conquest is assured, if I do not forget and laugh ...
"... no thoughts her head, but thoughts of joy! No within her heart but dreams of love!"
- go away! For the is set and waits for its prey ... You have come here in pursuit of your deepest urge, in of that wish, which now has been silent, silent ...
I have you, that our may fuse and merge - in your mind already succumbed to me dropped all defences succumbed to me - now you are here me: no second thoughts, decided, decided ...
Past the of no return - no backward the games we've till now are at an end ... all thought of "if" or "when" - no use resisting: abandon thought, and let the dream ...
What raging shall flood the soul? What rich desire unlocks its sweet seduction lies before us ...?
Past the of no return, the final threshold - what warm, unspoken secrets will we the point of no return ...
You have brought me to that moment words run dry, to that where speech disappears into silence, ...
I have come here, knowing the why ... In my mind, already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent - and now I am with you: no second thoughts,
I've decided, ...
Past the of no return - no going back our passion-play has now, at last, ... Past all of right or wrong - one question: how long should we two wait, before we're one ...?
will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom? When the flames, at last, consume us ...? Past the of no return the final threshold - the bridge is crossed, so stand and it burn ... We've the point of no return ...
Say share with me one love, one lifetime ... Lead me, save me my solitude ... Say you want me with you, beside you ... you go let me go too - Christine all I ask of ... What is it? What has Ubaldo! Oh, my God ... my God ... ruined, Andre - ruined!
Monsieur le Vicomte! with me!
Oh, my darling, my ... who has done this ...? You! Why did you let this Monsieur le Vicomte, I where they are. But can I trust You must. But remember: hand at the level of your eyes But why ...? Why? The Punjab lasso, monsieur. Buquet. Now Piangi. this, monsieur. I'll come with you. No, Meg! No, you here! Come with me, monsieur. Hurry, or we shall be too ...