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The Rake's Progress:Act II Scene 3: As I was saying … Come, sweet, come … Scorned! Abused! (Baba, Rakewell) - Blanche Thebom/Eugene Conley.mp3

The Rake's Progress:Act II Scene 3: As I was saying … Come, sweet, come … Scorned! Abused! (Baba, Rakewell) - Blanche Thebom/Eugene Conley.mp3
The Rake's Progress:Act II Scene 3: As I was saying … Come, sweet, come … Scorned! Abused! (Baba, Rakewell) - Blanche Thebom/Eugene Conley
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Str...
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:36.052]As I was saying
[00:37.169]both brothers wore moustaches,
[00:39.396]but Sir John was taller.
[00:40.979]They gave me the musical glasses
[00:43.596]in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan.
[00:46.782]Because of the donkeys.
[00:48.276]Vienna was the Chinese fan.
[00:50.886]Or was it the bottle of water
[00:53.532]from the river Jordan?
[00:55.313]I'm certain, at least,
[00:56.904]it was Vienna and Lord Gordon.
[00:59.235]I get so confused about all my travels.
[01:02.257]The snuff boxes came from Paris
[01:04.185]and the fulminous gravels
[01:06.209]from a cardinal who admired me
[01:09.169]vastly in Rome.
[01:11.876]You're not eating, my love.
[01:16.409]Count Moldau gave me the gnome
[01:18.549]and Prince Obolovsky
[01:19.973]the little statues of the twelve apostles,
[01:22.892]which I like best of my treasures
[01:25.138]except my fossils.
[01:27.063]Oh, I must tell Bridget
[01:28.468]never not to touch the mummies.
[01:30.977]I'll dust them myself.
[01:32.130]She can do the waxwork dummies.
[01:34.045]Of course, I love my birds,
[01:36.131]especially my great auk.
[01:38.489]But the moths will get in them.
[01:42.077]My love,
[01:43.212]What's the matter?, why don't you talk?
[01:48.534]Nothing.
[01:49.606]Speak to me!
[01:51.846]Why?
[01:53.195]Come, sweet, come.
[01:58.144]Why so glum?.
[02:00.575]Smile at Baba who, loving, smiles at you.
[02:09.206]Do not frown, husband dear
[02:15.954]Sit down!
[02:24.250]Scorned! abused! neglected! baited!
[02:38.452]Wretched me!
[02:42.546]Why is this?
[02:49.535]I can see.
[02:52.937]I know who is your bliss,
[02:59.092]your love, your life.
[03:05.311]While l, your loving wife,
[03:09.439]lie not!, ... am hated.
[03:19.319]Young, demure, delightful, clever!
[03:29.053]Is she not? not as l.
[03:34.963]That is what I know you sigh.
[03:38.267]Then sigh, then cry!
[03:40.388]For she your wife shall never,
[03:45.554]shall never be. Oh, no, never!
[03:54.240]¡ne...!
[04:08.730]My heart is cold. I can not weep.
[04:16.737]One remedy is left me: sleep.
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