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