IL CONTE
Alla porta del gabinetto
Esci omai, garzon malnato,
Sciagurato, non tardar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, signore, quel furore
Per lui fammi il cor tremar.
IL CONTE
E d'opporvi ancor osate?
LA CONTESSA
No, sentite...
IL CONTE
Via parlate.
LA CONTESSA
Giuro al ciel ch'ogni sospetto...
E lo stato in che il trovate...
Sciolto il collo... nudo il petto...
IL CONTE
Sciolto il collo!
Nudo il petto! Seguitate!
LA CONTESSA
Per vestir femminee spoglie...
IL CONTE
Ah comprendo, indegna moglie,
Mi vo' tosto vendicar.
LA CONTESSA
Mi fa torto quel trasporto,
M'oltraggiate a dubitar.
IL CONTE
Qua la chiave!
LA CONTESSA
Egli è innocente.
Dandogli la chiave
Voi sapete...
IL CONTE
Non so niente.
Va lontan dagl'occhi miei,
Un'infida, un'empia sei
E mi cerchi d'infamar.
LA CONTESSA
Vado... sì... ma...
IL CONTE
Non ascolto.
LA CONTESSA
Non son rea.
IL CONTE
Vel leggo in volto!
Mora, mora, e più non sia,
Ria cagion del mio penar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, la cieca gelosia
Qualche eccesso gli fa far.
The Marriage of Figaro - Esci omai, garzon malnato Lyrics
The Marriage of Figaro - Esci omai, garzon malnato Lyrics
COUNT
Vehemently, at the dressing-room door
Now out you come, you imp of Satan,
You villain, without delay.
COUNTESS
Restraining the Count by force
Oh my lord, your anger
Makes my heart tremble for him.
COUNT
You still dare to cross me?
COUNTESS
No, listen ...
COUNT
Go on, speak.
COUNTESS
I swear to heaven that your suspicions ...
The state in which you'll find him ...
His collar untied ... his chest bare ...
COUNT
His collar untied? ... his chest bare? ...
Pray continue ...
COUNTESS
So as to dress him up as a woman.
COUNT
Ah, I see; you shameless creature,
I'll punish him for this!
He goes to the dressing-room, then turns back.
COUNTESS
Your anger does me wrong,
Your suspicion is an insult.
COUNT
Give me the key!
COUNTESS
He is innocent,
And you know it ...
She hands him the key.
COUNT
I know nothing of the sort.
Hence from my sight!
You are faithless, wanton ...
You've sought to disgrace me.
COUNTESS
I'll go ... yes ... but...
COUNT
I'll not hear you.
COUNTESS
I am guiltless.
COUNT
I can read it in your face.
He shall die, die and I'll be rid
Of the source of all my torment!
COUNTESS
Oh, to what extreme will
His blind fury lead him?
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Vehemently, at the dressing-room door
Now out you come, you imp of Satan,
You villain, without delay.
COUNTESS
Restraining the Count by force
Oh my lord, your anger
Makes my heart tremble for him.
COUNT
You still dare to cross me?
COUNTESS
No, listen ...
COUNT
Go on, speak.
COUNTESS
I swear to heaven that your suspicions ...
The state in which you'll find him ...
His collar untied ... his chest bare ...
COUNT
His collar untied? ... his chest bare? ...
Pray continue ...
COUNTESS
So as to dress him up as a woman.
COUNT
Ah, I see; you shameless creature,
I'll punish him for this!
He goes to the dressing-room, then turns back.
COUNTESS
Your anger does me wrong,
Your suspicion is an insult.
COUNT
Give me the key!
COUNTESS
He is innocent,
And you know it ...
She hands him the key.
COUNT
I know nothing of the sort.
Hence from my sight!
You are faithless, wanton ...
You've sought to disgrace me.
COUNTESS
I'll go ... yes ... but...
COUNT
I'll not hear you.
COUNTESS
I am guiltless.
COUNT
I can read it in your face.
He shall die, die and I'll be rid
Of the source of all my torment!
COUNTESS
Oh, to what extreme will
His blind fury lead him?
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Italian
IL CONTE
Alla porta del gabinetto
Esci omai, garzon malnato,
Sciagurato, non tardar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, signore, quel furore
Per lui fammi il cor tremar.
IL CONTE
E d'opporvi ancor osate?
LA CONTESSA
No, sentite...
IL CONTE
Via parlate.
LA CONTESSA
Giuro al ciel ch'ogni sospetto...
E lo stato in che il trovate...
Sciolto il collo... nudo il petto...
IL CONTE
Sciolto il collo!
Nudo il petto! Seguitate!
LA CONTESSA
Per vestir femminee spoglie...
IL CONTE
Ah comprendo, indegna moglie,
Mi vo' tosto vendicar.
LA CONTESSA
Mi fa torto quel trasporto,
M'oltraggiate a dubitar.
IL CONTE
Qua la chiave!
LA CONTESSA
Egli è innocente.
Dandogli la chiave
Voi sapete...
IL CONTE
Non so niente.
Va lontan dagl'occhi miei,
Un'infida, un'empia sei
E mi cerchi d'infamar.
LA CONTESSA
Vado... sì... ma...
IL CONTE
Non ascolto.
LA CONTESSA
Non son rea.
IL CONTE
Vel leggo in volto!
Mora, mora, e più non sia,
Ria cagion del mio penar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, la cieca gelosia
Qualche eccesso gli fa far.
Alla porta del gabinetto
Esci omai, garzon malnato,
Sciagurato, non tardar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, signore, quel furore
Per lui fammi il cor tremar.
IL CONTE
E d'opporvi ancor osate?
LA CONTESSA
No, sentite...
IL CONTE
Via parlate.
LA CONTESSA
Giuro al ciel ch'ogni sospetto...
E lo stato in che il trovate...
Sciolto il collo... nudo il petto...
IL CONTE
Sciolto il collo!
Nudo il petto! Seguitate!
LA CONTESSA
Per vestir femminee spoglie...
IL CONTE
Ah comprendo, indegna moglie,
Mi vo' tosto vendicar.
LA CONTESSA
Mi fa torto quel trasporto,
M'oltraggiate a dubitar.
IL CONTE
Qua la chiave!
LA CONTESSA
Egli è innocente.
Dandogli la chiave
Voi sapete...
IL CONTE
Non so niente.
Va lontan dagl'occhi miei,
Un'infida, un'empia sei
E mi cerchi d'infamar.
LA CONTESSA
Vado... sì... ma...
IL CONTE
Non ascolto.
LA CONTESSA
Non son rea.
IL CONTE
Vel leggo in volto!
Mora, mora, e più non sia,
Ria cagion del mio penar.
LA CONTESSA
Ah, la cieca gelosia
Qualche eccesso gli fa far.
English
COUNT
Vehemently, at the dressing-room door
Now out you come, you imp of Satan,
You villain, without delay.
COUNTESS
Restraining the Count by force
Oh my lord, your anger
Makes my heart tremble for him.
COUNT
You still dare to cross me?
COUNTESS
No, listen ...
COUNT
Go on, speak.
COUNTESS
I swear to heaven that your suspicions ...
The state in which you'll find him ...
His collar untied ... his chest bare ...
COUNT
His collar untied? ... his chest bare? ...
Pray continue ...
COUNTESS
So as to dress him up as a woman.
COUNT
Ah, I see; you shameless creature,
I'll punish him for this!
He goes to the dressing-room, then turns back.
COUNTESS
Your anger does me wrong,
Your suspicion is an insult.
COUNT
Give me the key!
COUNTESS
He is innocent,
And you know it ...
She hands him the key.
COUNT
I know nothing of the sort.
Hence from my sight!
You are faithless, wanton ...
You've sought to disgrace me.
COUNTESS
I'll go ... yes ... but...
COUNT
I'll not hear you.
COUNTESS
I am guiltless.
COUNT
I can read it in your face.
He shall die, die and I'll be rid
Of the source of all my torment!
COUNTESS
Oh, to what extreme will
His blind fury lead him?
External links for Esci ormai garzon malnato
Vehemently, at the dressing-room door
Now out you come, you imp of Satan,
You villain, without delay.
COUNTESS
Restraining the Count by force
Oh my lord, your anger
Makes my heart tremble for him.
COUNT
You still dare to cross me?
COUNTESS
No, listen ...
COUNT
Go on, speak.
COUNTESS
I swear to heaven that your suspicions ...
The state in which you'll find him ...
His collar untied ... his chest bare ...
COUNT
His collar untied? ... his chest bare? ...
Pray continue ...
COUNTESS
So as to dress him up as a woman.
COUNT
Ah, I see; you shameless creature,
I'll punish him for this!
He goes to the dressing-room, then turns back.
COUNTESS
Your anger does me wrong,
Your suspicion is an insult.
COUNT
Give me the key!
COUNTESS
He is innocent,
And you know it ...
She hands him the key.
COUNT
I know nothing of the sort.
Hence from my sight!
You are faithless, wanton ...
You've sought to disgrace me.
COUNTESS
I'll go ... yes ... but...
COUNT
I'll not hear you.
COUNTESS
I am guiltless.
COUNT
I can read it in your face.
He shall die, die and I'll be rid
Of the source of all my torment!
COUNTESS
Oh, to what extreme will
His blind fury lead him?
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Performed By: The Marriage of Figaro
From Album: The Marriage of Figaro Opera
Language: Italian
Year: 1786