Five...ten....
Thirty-six... forty-three!
I'm so delighted. This suits me perfectly.
Figaro dear, look at my wedding veil.
Yes, my dearest, it's lovely. And it suits you perfectly.
On our wedding day, we cherish this veil.
And Susanna sewed it herself.
Why were you measuring, Figaro dear?
To see if the bed fits in this room his Lordship gave us.
Such a generous master.
I don't want this room!
-I have my reasons. -Why not share them with me?
Why don't you like this convenient room?
Because I'm Susanna, and you're a fool.
What other room could be better?
Suppose Madame rings for you at night?
In two steps, you're there.
And suppose my master calls for me?
In three bounds, I'm at his service.
Suppose the dear little count calls you one morning?
And sends you three miles away?
His Lordship could be here in three bounds!
Susanna, what do you mean?
Do you want to hear the rest?
Then promise not to blame me.
I do want to hear the rest, but suspicion is turning my blood cold.
My lord is tired of hunting for new beauties.
He's trying his luck in his own castle.
And it's not his wife who whets his appetite.
It's your own little Susanna!
If we're nearby, he can further pursue his noble seduction.
That's why he's taking such good care of you and your bride.
Such kindness!
Here's the best part.
He has Don Basilio, my music teacher, singing the same tune.
Basilio! That schemer.
My lord didn't give me a dowry because of your handsome face!
Why else?
It was to obtain certain favors-- his feudal right.
But he abolished that.
Not in my case!
He wants fun? Let's give him some!
-Courage, my treasure. -And you, use your head.
Wonderful, my dear master. I begin to understand the mystery.
And to see through your whole scheme.
To London, right? You, the ambassador.
I, the courier.
And Susanna?
The ambassador's secret mistress! Never! Figaro has spoken!
You want to dance, dear little count?
Well, I'll call the tune!
If you come to my school, I'll teach you a step or two.
I know how!
But...carefully.
I'll uncover his plans by concealing my own.
I'll make defense an art, and upset his schemes.
You want to dance, dear little count?
Well, I'll call the tune!
You waited until their wedding day to tell me?
Bartolo, weddings have been cancelled later than this.
Besides I have a contract and certain promises.
Susanna will refuse his Lordship's advances.
In revenge, he will take my side... and Figaro will become my husband.
I'll do all I can.
(I'll marry off my old servant Marcellina...)
(...to the rascal who helped steal my beloved Rosina.)
Sweet revenge!
It's a pleasure reserved for the wise.
Never forget the shame and outrage! That would be beneath contempt.
Be astute. Be acute.
Be judicious. Be discerning.
To succeed, be astute and acute, judicious and discerning.
It's a difficult case.
But believe me, we'll succeed.
Law books, I'll read. Case histories, I'll plead.
I'll equivocate and paraphrase, and trap him in a legal maze.
Everyone in Seville knows Bartolo.
I'll have my revenge on that rascal Figaro.
I haven't lost yet. There's still hope.
(Susanna is here. I'll pretend I don't see her.)
So she's the pearl he wants to marry!
What else could you expect from Figaro?
(What a sharp tongue! Good thing nobody listens to her!)
What a prize! Such a pious, modest glance.
What a sweet bride!
Miss Show-off, I'm here to serve you.
Miss Shrew, I don't deserve you.
I know my manners!
The bride-to-be.
The Lady-in-waiting!
His Lordship's darling.
The sweetheart of Spain!
What a reputation!
What clothes!
An old maid!
(Decrepit old witch... she makes me laugh!)
Miss Show-off, I'm here to serve you.
Miss Shrew, I don't deserve you.
(I'll burst with fury if I stay any longer!)
An old maid!
Good riddance, you old know-it-all.
So what if she was my lady's tutor.
What a disaster.
Not again!
My lord found me alone with Barbarina, and dismissed me.
My lady must intercede for me...
...or I'll have to leave you forever, Susanna dearest.
Then you don't secretly worship my lady anymore?
I respect her too much. You're lucky, you see her all the time.
Mornings, you dress her. Evenings, you undress her.
Oh, to be in your place!
This ribbon is from your beloved's nightcap.
Beautiful, lucky ribbon, I wouldn't give you up for my life!
In exchange, I'll give you a little song of mine.
Sing it to my lady, to Barbarina, to Marcellina...
...to every woman in the palace!
I'm bewildered. First I'm fire, then I'm ice.
Every woman makes my temperature soar and my heart pound.
The idea of love and pleasure makes my heart skip a measure.
Even the mention of love fills me with a desire I can't explain.
I talk about love, awake and in my dreams.
To rivers and mountains, to flowers and fountains.
To my echo, and to the wind.
And they carry away the sound of my useless sighs.
Sometimes there's no one to listen to me.
So I talk about love to myself!
Susanna, you seem upset.
Sir, someone might come in. Please leave.
Just listen one moment...
I won't listen!
I've been appointed ambassador to London.
I plan to take Figaro with me.
Speak, my dear!
Use your power over me. Command me!
Let me be, I claim no power over you.
I want to make you happy. Don Basilio has told you how much I love you.
Meet me in the garden at dusk. I'll pay well for your favors.
I'll hide behind here. Get rid of him!
Susanna, heaven bless you. Have you, by chance, seen his Lordship?
Basilio, what would he want with me?
Figaro is looking for him.
Then he's looking for the man who hates him.
A man can love the wife and not hate the husband.
And his Lordship does love you.
Stop conniving for that seducer. I have no use for my lord's love.
No accounting for taste! Most women would prefer such a lover.
A generous, wise nobleman, rather than a stripling. A boy!
That lovesick Cherubino was here this morning.
That's a lie, you malicious man.
Is it malicious to have eyes in your head?
Is it for you? Or for her Ladyship?
Cherubino stares at her too brazenly.
What if his Lordship notices? He's wildly jealous!
Why spread such lies?
I? How unfair!
I'm only repeating what everyone is saying.
Which is...?
Leave at once, and get rid of that little seducer!
I obviously came at a bad time. Forgive me.
I'm ruined. What a scandal!
The poor dear has fainted. How her heart is beating!
Gently, over to that chair....
How dare you! Leave at once!
We're here to help you. Your honor is perfectly safe.
What I said about the boy was just a suspicion.
It's malicious and pernicious. Don't believe this liar.
That young dandy must go.
I've caught him at it before!
I visited your cousin Barbarina and found her door locked.
I knocked and Barbarina appeared, looking flustered.
That aroused my suspicion. I searched every corner.
And as I raised the tablecloth little by little...
...I uncovered that boy!
What now?
This is getting better and better!
So, my virtuous girl... everything is clear now!
What I said about the boy was just a suspicion.
Basilio, get Figaro. I want him to see this.
And I'll tell him about you...
No, wait! What excuses such effrontery?
Innocence needs no excuse.
Cherubino came begging for protection.
Your arrival made him panic. So he hid in that chair.
-But I sat in that chair. -By then, I was hiding behind it.
-And when I stepped behind it? -I moved around it.
I tried not to listen.
Stay where you are, little snake!
We offer our gratitude to our noble master.
He protected the purity of our loveliest flower.
What's all this nonsense?
No chance!
Sir, you've earned this tribute of our affection.
You abolished the feudal right so hateful to true lovers.
That's true. Why do you worry?
We reap the benefits of your wisdom.
On our wedding day, crown the bride with this symbol of chastity.
(Very clever! Well, I'll play along.)
By abolishing the unjust feudal right, I only did my duty.
I will perform the wedding ceremony.
Grant me a brief delay...
...and I'll prepare a lavish celebration to make you even happier.
(Find Marcellina!)
Now leave, friends.
The master dismissed the poor boy.
On our wedding day?
-Forgive me, my Lord. -You don't deserve it.
-He's only a child. -Less than you think!
I promise I'll never mention....
Enough! I forgive you.
And I'll do even more....
I appoint you officer in my regiment. Leave for Seville! Goodbye!
-Let him stay until tomorrow. -No, he leaves at once!
Embrace Susanna for the last time.
Captain, goodbye. (See me before you leave!)
Farewell, Cherubino. How your destiny has changed!
Amorous butterfly, you won't flit about day and night...
...disturbing the peace of every beauty in sight.
Little Adonis of love!
No more fancy jackets, or britches so plush...
...or long hair, a dashing air, and that romantic blush.
You warriors march in packs with mustaches and knapsacks.
Musket on shoulder, sword on thigh. Eyes forward, head held high.
A huge helmet, great dash. Many honors...little cash!
Instead of cutting capers, you'll march through mud.
Over mountains, valleys, in snow and scorching heat.
Trumpets blaring, artillery flaring. As cannons quake, your ears ache!
Cherubino, on to victory! On to military glory!
O love, grant me respite.
Console me in my sorrow. End my sighs.
Give my beloved back to me.
Or else let me die.
Susanna dear, finish your story. My lord tried to seduce you?
He doesn't pay such compliments to women of my station.
He made it a business offer.
The cruel man doesn't love me anymore.
Then why is he so jealous?
That's modern husbands for you! Unfaithful by nature...
...fickle by inclination, and jealous, out of pride.
My Lady is impatient.
No need to worry.
So my lord fancies my bride?
He wants to reclaim his feudal right? It's quite possible.
If Susanna agrees, it's completely possible.
He chose me as his courier, and Susanna as his secret attache.
If she refuses that diplomatic honor, he'll side with Marcellina.
You joke about this?
While I'm joking, I'm also thinking!
Here's my plan. I'll send Basilio an anonymous letter...
...warning of a rendezvous between her Ladyship and a lover.
But my husband is so jealous!
All the better to upset his plans.
I'll teach him that others can play the same game!
He'll be distracted right up to the hour of our wedding.
By then, he won't oppose our vows.
He won't, but Marcellina will.
Susanna, tell his Lordship to meet you in the garden tonight.
Cherubino hasn't yet left.
Disguise him in your clothes and send him in your place.
Then my lady will surprise my lord. He won't have a leg to stand on.
If we can fool him.
My lord is out hunting now.
I'll send in Cherubino, and you'll dress him.
And then....
You want to dance, dear little Count? Well, I'll call the tune!
Susanna, it pains me that Cherubino overheard my lord's foolishness.
Why didn't the boy come to see me himself? Where's his little song?
Make him sing it for us.
Forward march, Captain!
That horrible title reminds me I must leave my lady, who is so kind.
And so beautiful!
Now sing the song you wrote for her.
Look, he's blushing!
I'm shaking all over. But if my Lady wishes it....
You who know what love is, ladies, see if it's in my heart.
I'll explain to you what I feel.
It's all so new to me, I don't understand it.
I feel an ache of tenderness and desire.
First it's a delight. Then it's a torment.
I freeze, and then I feel my soul catch fire.
And a moment later, I'm all ice.
I'm searching for a blessing from someone, somewhere.
I don't know who can offer it, or what it is.
I sigh without meaning to. I tremble but don't know why.
I find no peace day or night. Yet this anguish brings me delight.
You who know what love is, ladies, see if it's in my heart.
What a beautiful voice. I didn't know you sang so well.
Everything he does, he does well.
Handsome soldier, did Figaro explain everything?
Perfect. We're almost the same height.
What if someone comes in?
I'll lock the door.
How shall we do his hair?
Take my cap from the dressing room.
Here is my commission.
But they forgot the seal!
We'll be in trouble if my husband comes in.
I feel a mixture of delight and dismay.
We need not always be oppressed...
...by fate and by love.
Nobody thrives on tears and sorrow...
...but sometimes happiness is born of pain.
Just when the danger is greatest...
...joy and tranquility shine again.
I'm quite jealous myself. You have no right to be so pretty!
Pull up his sleeves like the peasant girls.
-What is this ribbon? -He stole it from me.
There's blood on it.
I scraped my arm and tied the ribbon around the wound.
His arm is smoother than mine! Like a girl's!
Get some English taffeta from my closet.
I hate to lose a ribbon of this color.
Get another ribbon.
-That one would heal it quicker. -Why? This one is better.
That ribbon touched the skin of a certain someone....
So it heals wounds? It has qualities I wasn't aware of.
My Lady jokes, just when I must leave her!
I wish I were dying... then I might dare to speak.
Who's that at the door?
Why is this locked?
He must have gotten the letter!
My lord will really be furious with me now!
Heaven protect me.
You don't usually lock yourself in your room.
It's because I was just--
Just what?
Trying on clothes with Susanna, who just went into her room.
In any case, you seem upset.
Look at this letter!
(The letter Figaro wrote!)
What on earth was that?
I didn't hear a thing.
You seem curiously distracted. Someone is in there.
I'm asking you!
It's Susanna!
You said she went into her room.
Her room or that room....
Susanna? Then why so flustered?
You tell me.
Susanna hasn't flustered me as much as she has you!
I'll see for myself.
Susanna! Come out now!
She can't come out!
What's stopping her?
She's too modest. She's trying on her wedding dress.
(It's clear! Her lover is in there!)
Susanna! Come out now!
She can't come out!
Well, she can talk. Susanna, are you in there?
I order her to be silent.
Madame, be reasonable.
Heavens! We're in trouble.
What a disaster for my lady. What a scandal!
-So you won't open that door? -Why should I?
Then I'll have it broken down!
You'd compromise your wife's reputation?
I won't cause a scandal in front of the servants.
I'll get tools and break it down myself.
Just to be sure, I'll lock this door first.
Be good enough to accompany me.
Susanna will still be here when we return.
Open up! Hurry! Leave right away!
What a ghastly scene! What a tragedy!
All the doors are locked. What will happen to us?
He'll kill you if he finds you.
Wait! The garden's below!
The worst I'll do is break a pot.
It's too high for you to jump!
I'd leap into flames to save her! Kiss her goodbye for me!
Look at that little devil run! He's already a mile away.
Now I'll go into the dressing room.
When that oaf comes back, I'll be ready for him.
Everything is as I left it. Will you open it, or shall I?
Do you think I could act dishonorably?
No matter. I must see who's locked inside that room.
Yes, you'll see. But first listen calmly....
It's not Susanna?
It was an innocent prank. My honor is intact.
Who is it? I'll kill him!
It's just a boy.
(That boy turns up everywhere I go!)
He hasn't left? Now I understand that letter!
Come out, you vulgar swine!
Sir, your fury makes me tremble for him.
You still dare to defy me?
I swear I'm beyond reproach.
But you might find his attire strange.
We were dressing him as a woman.
Faithless trollop! I want revenge!
-Give me the key! -He's innocent!
Out of my sight, shameless woman. You're trying to disgrace me.
I am not guilty.
It's written all over your face!
He shall die!
Such jealousy! What's to become of me?
Raise your hand in rage and kill the "boy."
The "vulgar" boy you see before you now.
(How astonishing!)
-Are you alone? -See for yourself.
Susanna, I almost died.
Cheer up, he escaped safely.
What a mistake I've made!
I beg your pardon. But it was a cruel joke.
Your folly is unforgivable.
I love you...I swear it.
You lie! I'm the wicked woman who always deceives you.
Susanna, put in a word for me.
This is what you deserve for your suspicion.
For my loyalty and heartfelt love, this is my reward?
Cruel man! I'm no longer your Rosina!
I'm the woman you always abandon and drive to despair.
-Why did you say it was the boy? -To test you.
-And your panic? -Just a joke!
-How about the letter? -Figaro wrote it.
He who will not pardon others deserves no pardon himself.
Let's make up now. Rosina, be gentle with me.
I'm too softhearted. Who will ever again believe in a woman's fury?
With men, we go into a spin. All our defenses fall before them.
I was wrong, and I'm sorry.
Let us try to understand each other from now on.
Sir, the musicians are outside.
With song and dance, let our wedding begin!
Wait, not so fast.
Before we go, clear up one doubt.
(I must play this hand wisely.)
(How will all this end?)
Do you recognize, master Figaro, this letter I hold?
I do not.
You didn't give it to Don Basilio?
-The boy, remember? -In the garden tonight?
I see by your face you're lying.
My face may be lying, but not me!
We've already revealed the secret.
What is your answer?
I don't have one.
Don't be so stupid. The game is up.
Then let's have the traditional happy ending.
A wedding ceremony!
Sir, grant us our dearest desire.
(Marcellina! What's delaying her?)
What insolence! Who did this?
As your gardener, I've seen many things tossed from the balcony.
But this time I saw a man thrown out!
Take a look at this.
(Our plan will be ruined.)
And what became of this man?
The scoundrel took off like the wind and disappeared.
(I saw him.)
You're dead drunk all day long.
A man from the balcony? Into the garden?
Sir, he's been drinking again!
You didn't see his face?
What a fuss about nothing! The truth is...
...I was the one who jumped.
You've grown a bit since you jumped.
Well, you're shorter when you land!
-It looked like the boy. -Cherubino!
But he left for Seville on horseback.
Then his horse left without him.
I was here, waiting for Susanna. And I heard a furious commotion.
You were shouting. I thought of that letter.
So I jumped, out of fear and confusion.
And I twisted my foot.
Then this must be yours.
(I'm trapped!)
Tell me what this paper is.
I have so many papers. Wait....
Maybe a list of your debts...
No, a list of your taverns!
I'll leave, but I'll get even.
You don't scare me.
(It's the boy's commission.)
Oh, why can't I think straight?
It's the boy's commission. He gave it back to me.
And why would he do that?
Something was missing....
(The seal!)
It's customary to affix a seal!
(This lout is driving me mad.)
Sir, you're a just man. Hear our plea.
All of them are mad!
Let's slow down. Everyone will have his say.
He signed a marriage contract, and I insist that he honor it.
I will be the judge.
I'm here to defend her legitimate claims.
I testify she lent him money, upon promise of marriage.
Let's read this contract and proceed according to the law.
We're in trouble now!
What a stroke of luck for us!
What hopeless confusion! An anonymous letter....
The maid locked in a dressing room... my wife beside herself....
One man jumps from the balcony, and another man says it was him.
I don't know what to think.
It could have been one of my servants. I wouldn't put it past them.
To doubt my wife is an insult. She has too much respect for my honor.
My honor...that's a joke!
Courage! Tell him you'll meet him in the garden.
I sent Basilio to Seville to find Cherubino.
I'll meet his Lordship in your place!
Basilio will soon be back from Seville.
My happiness is in your hands.
If Susanna betrayed my secret, I'll make Figaro marry the old bag.
You seem angry.
Your wife has the vapors again. She asked for your smelling salts.
-I'll bring it back. -No, keep it for yourself.
We servants can't afford such refined ailments.
Not even a bride who's about to lose her bridegroom?
I'll pay Marcellina with the dowry you promised me.
I promised you? When exactly?
I thought it was understood.
Yes, if only you had understood me!
What his Excellency wishes is my duty and pleasure.
Cruel girl! Why have you been teasing me?
Sir, a woman must take her time before she says yes.
Then you'll come to the garden?
If that's what you'd like.
You won't disappoint me?
No, I won't.
I'm filled with joy!
(May all true lovers forgive me if I lie.)
Then you'll come to the garden?
You won't disappoint me? You'll come?
If that's what you'd like.
-Why were you so mean to me? -Because the boy was listening.
And to Basilio?
Why on earth do we need a Basilio?
That's true... promise you won't fail me!
My wife's smelling salts?
That was just an excuse to talk to you.
-(She's mine at last!) -(Just wait, you scoundrel!)
(We've won our case without a lawyer!)
"We've won our case!" I've been fooled again!
The traitors! They'll pay for this!
But what if Figaro already paid the old woman?
What with, I wonder?
Susanna's uncle, the gardener, won't let her marry a nobody like Figaro.
I'll flatter the drunken idiot.
Everything is going my way.
The die is cast!
I languish, while my servant gains his heart's desire.
He possesses the treasure I long for.
The woman I yearn for will marry a nobody...
...while she arouses a passion in me that she does not return!
No! I won't let you have that satisfaction.
That's not what you were born for, you lout!
To cause me torment, and perhaps even to laugh at my despair.
Now my only hope is revenge. that's my only comfort.
Come, all the pretty girls in the castle are at my house.
We'll dress you up as the prettiest!
My lord thinks I'm in Seville. I'm ruined if he finds me.
It won't be the first time!
We'll dress you as a girl and offer flowers to my lady.
Cherubino, trust your Barbarina.
Where is Susanna?
I'm anxious to know how my lord reacted to her proposal.
It's a daring plan.
Especially with a husband who's so impulsive and jealous.
But what harm can it do? I'll wear Susanna's clothes, she'll wear mine.
Let the darkness do the rest.
How my husband's cruelty has humiliated me!
He pains me with his infidelity, jealousy, and scorn.
First, I was loved...then insulted, and finally, betrayed!
Now I'm forced to ask my own servant for help.
What has become of those first lovely moments?
Moments of sweetness and pleasure.
What has become of those loving vows...
...from his lying tongue?
Why must I live in tears and pain?
Why has everything changed?
The memory of so much happiness still remains in my heart.
What has become of those first lovely moments?
At least, let my loving devotion bring me one reward...
...the hope of winning back my ungrateful husband's love.
Figaro, the case is settled. Either pay her or marry her!
At last I'll marry the man I adore.
The decision is fair. Pay her or marry her.
-An excellent decision! -And how's that?
-Because it's in our favor! -I won't marry her.
Then pay! She lent you 2,000 silver pieces.
I am a gentleman--
...so I need my parents' consent.
I'm still looking for them. I've been searching for ten years.
-You were a foundling? -No, a lost child! Kidnapped!
The robbers found me swathed in bejeweled baby clothes.
Proof of my illustrious birth. Not to mention the mark on my arm.
A birthmark on your right arm?
Who told you?
It's him!
Right, it's me.
My little Rafaello!
-Thieves kidnapped you? -Yes, near a castle.
She is your mother!
His mother?
And he is your father!
Embrace your mother, my beloved son.
Father, embrace me, too. Don't embarrass me any longer.
In all good conscience, I should grant your desire.
I've got the money. I'll pay Figaro's debt and we'll be even.
He accepted her as his wife? The unfaithful man!
-Leave, you wicked man. -No, listen to me.
Listen, dearest.
Listen to this!
Dear child, embrace his mother. And I'll be your mother, too.
And he's my father. He'll tell you so.
She's my mother. She told you herself.
-(What bitter torment!) -(Our hearts are content!)
Old friend, there's the sweet fruit of our youthful love.
He's my son, and you'll be my wife. We'll be married when you wish.
Today! A double wedding!
Take this note for the money you owed me. It's your dowry.
Take this purse, too.
I catch anything you throw!
Now I'll tell my lady and my uncle.
Could anyone be as happy as I am?
-I am! -And I am!
And let our master choke with rage!
Cherubino is still in the castle. Here's his hat as proof.
He can't be here. He's already in Seville.
Then today, this is Seville! Because he's here, dressed as a girl.
Come with me and I'll show you.
-What did my husband say? -He was beside himself with fury.
So much the better to catch him in our trap.
You agreed to meet him in the garden? We'll set the place. Write to him.
Write. I'll take full responsibility.
A little song to the night air....
What a sweet little breeze...
...will sigh this evening.
In the pine grove....
...he'll understand the rest.
A little song to the night air....
-How shall I seal it? -Use this pin.
And write on the bottom, "Send back the pin."
This is funnier than the boy's commission!
My Lady, accept these beautiful flowers.
We picked them this morning, as a token of our love.
We are only peasant girls, humble and poor.
But the little we have, we offer you from our hearts.
The women of the village offer you what they can.
And they ask you to forgive their presumption.
Who's that charming, modest girl?
She's my cousin. She came for the wedding celebration.
Let's honor this lovely visitor.
She's blushing! Susanna, doesn't she resemble someone?
Hell's bells! There's your officer!
Sir, I'm as annoyed and surprised as you are.
Though I admit we had planned to disguise him for the wedding.
Why haven't you left? I'll punish your disobedience!
Remember what you said whenever you embraced and kissed me?
"Barbarina, if you'll love me, I'll give you anything you want."
I said that?
Let Cherubino be my husband, and I'll love you like my little kitten!
Girl, you've been taught by an expert!
(What demon is turning everything against me?)
Sir, if you delay any longer, no party, no dancing.
Dance, with a sprained foot?
It doesn't bother me anymore.
Lucky those flowerpots were clay!
So the boy was galloping to Seville?
Well, he sure took you for a ride!
His commission stayed in your pocket?
This boy made a liar of you, my nephew-to-be!
The boy says he's the one who jumped on the flowers.
Well, if I jumped, he could have done the same thing!
I never deny what I don't know.
There's the wedding march. Everyone to his place.
Susanna, give me your hand.
We'll talk later. Now receive the two wedding couples.
Even if one bride is your special favorite!
(I'll plan my revenge.)
Faithful lovers, be ever true. Praise your wise master.
He renounced a feudal right that insulted the wedding night.
Just like a woman to use a pin anywhere!
I got the point!
Someone gave my lord a love letter.
It was sealed with a pin, and he pricked his finger on it.
Now he's lost the pin, the fool.
Let tonight's wedding celebration be lavish.
I want a magnificent party, with songs, a grand dinner and ball.
You'll each learn how I treat those dear to me.
I lost it. How unlucky I am! Oh, where can it be?
I can't find it.
What will my cousin Susanna say? And my master?
I've lost the pin my lord told me to return to Susanna.
At your tender age, you're already an expert at this!
My lord gave you this pin to take back to Susanna.
She used it to seal a letter. I know all about it.
Just how did our master give his instructions?
"My girl, give this pin to Susanna, and say, 'The pine grove.'"
He added, "Be careful no one sees you."
Don't say a word... since it doesn't concern you.
I'll go find Susanna, and then Cherubino!
-This is killing me! -Be calm, son.
You don't know yet who's the fool.
But that's the pin he was looking for.
Then just be on guard.
I know where they're meeting.
I'm going to avenge all husbands!
In the pavilion on the left, he said. But suppose he doesn't come?
These people, I can barely sneak an orange past them.
-"Who is it for, Miss?" -"A certain someone, Sir."
"Just as I thought."
My lord hates him, but I love him.
My lord stole a kiss, but Cherubino will return it.
You asked us to be here.
Figaro, is this a conspiracy? Why these mysterious preparations?
For a tryst between my "faithful" wife and her feudal lord.
(So they got together without my help!)
Stay nearby, but out of sight.
At my signal...come running.
He's acting like a lunatic.
Susanna has a rendezvous with his Lordship, and Figaro is furious.
Well, how can he act otherwise?
In this world, it's risky to mix with your betters.
They usually win.
Everything is ready. They'll be here soon...I hear someone.
It's Susanna! No, it's no one.
I'm already playing the idiotic role of the betrayed husband!
At my own wedding, he was enjoying her through her letter!
I was laughing at myself, without knowing it!
What pain she's caused me.
With that ingenuous face, those innocent eyes...
...who would have believed it?
Put your trust in a woman? Complete madness!
Open your eyes now and then, rash and foolish men.
Look at these women. See them as they are.
You call them goddesses, with your bewildered senses.
With your weak minds, you have no defenses.
They're witches who charm us, then cause us pain.
Flirts who entice us, then drive us insane.
They're liars, they're witty. They feel no love or pity!
The rest, I need not say. You men know it anyway.
Open your eyes now and then, rash and foolish men.
Look at these women. See them as they are!
I thought Figaro was coming.
He's already here. Lower your voice.
One man is spying on me, another is hunting for me.
My Lady, you're shivering.
It's damp. I'll go inside.
(This is the moment of truth!)
I'll stay outside to take in the fresh air.
(The rascal is spying on me. I'll pay him back for doubting me.)
Soon I'll enjoy love to the fullest, in the arms of my beloved.
Timid cares, leave my heart. Don't disturb my pleasure.
My burning passion responds to the beauty of this night.
It only increases my desire.
Grant the desire of the woman who adores you.
Come to me, my only love.
I will die...
...if you delay any longer.
Don't leave me here to sigh in despair.
Remember your promises and vows.
They gave me comfort...
...and the hope of your love.
I can no longer resist.
My heart bursts with longing.
May love take pity on my pain, and grant me your affection.
(Unfaithful wife! How she lied to me!)
I'll look for Barbarina.
Oh, I see a woman!
That veil! In the shadows, she looks like Susanna.
If my lord comes now, all is lost.
I'll flirt with her for fun.
Suppose my lord arrives now? What a disaster!
Susanna's hiding her face. I'll tease her!
Impudent boy! Get away from me!
Delicious, malicious girl! I know why you're here.
There's my Susanna.
Here's God's gift to women!
Susanna, don't put on airs.
-Leave, or I'll call for help. -First, give me a kiss!
Why won't you let me do what my lord does every day?
I overheard him behind the chair!
(If this rascal persists, he'll ruin our plans.)
Heavens, his Lordship!
That outrageous boy is finally gone. Come here, my dear.
As you wish, my Lord.
(How obliging! What a generous bride!)
What lovely fingers! What delicate skin!
I'm tingling with desire.
Add this jewel to your dowry as a pledge of my love.
Susanna thanks her generous master.
Sir, I see candles.
My Venus, let's hide inside.
Hide in the dark, my Lord?
Why not? We won't be reading!
(We've caught the men in our trap!)
It's Figaro! I'd better go.
Go, I'll join you.
Everything is calm and peaceful.
Lovely Venus is meeting her handsome Mars.
Now this modern-day Vulcan will catch them in his net!
My Lady! You're just in time to catch your husband with my bride!
I won't move an inch until I have my revenge!
(It's Susanna!)
(The little vixen! Well, I'll play along.)
If it pleases my Lady....
Here I am at your feet. My heart is on fire.
Just think of your unfaithful husband.
(I'm itching to slap him!)
With no affection between us?
Let my respect for you suffice.
Let's not waste time. Give me your sweet little hand.
What precious blows from my own dearest love!
Peace, my darling. I recognized the voice that I adore.
-My voice? -The voice I adore.
I can't find him anywhere!
Susanna! Are you deaf? Are you mute?
So he didn't recognize my lady!
Let's end this comedy, my darling, and get even with his Lordship.
My Lady, you are my love!
(And I am unarmed!)
Do with me what you will!
Hurry, my love, let pleasure repay our pain.
Servants! Bring weapons!
This traitor betrayed me! And you'll see with whom!
We're dazed! Amazed!
Come out, my Lady. Receive your just reward.
-The boy! -My daughter!
-My mother! -Her Ladyship!
The plot has been discovered, unfaithful wife!
-Forgive me! -No hope of that!
At least forgive them for my sake.
Forgive me, my Lady.
I am kinder than you...
...and will forgive you.
Now we are all content and so shall we be forever.
What a day of torment, of caprice and folly.
In joy, it ends. Love has made amends.
Lovers! On to pleasure, with dance in full measure.
To the sound of joyous music, let's hurry to celebrate.