IL CONTE
Hai già vinta la causa! Cosa sento!
In qual laccio io cadea? Perfidi! Io voglio...
Di tal modo punirvi... A piacer mio
La sentenza sarà... Ma s'ei pagasse
La vecchia pretendente?
Pagarla! In qual maniera! E poi v'è Antonio,
Che a un incognito Figaro ricusa
Di dare una nipote in matrimonio.
Coltivando l'orgoglio
Di questo mentecatto...
Tutto giova a un raggiro... il colpo è fatto.
Vedrò mentre io sospiro,
Felice un servo mio!
E un ben ch'invan desio,
Ei posseder dovrà?
Vedrò per man d'amore
Unita a un vile oggetto
Chi in me destò un affetto
Che per me poi non ha?
Ah no, lasciarti in pace,
Non vo' questo contento,
Tu non nascesti, audace,
Per dare a me tormento,
E forse ancor per ridere
Di mia infelicità.
Già la speranza sola
Delle vendette mie
Quest'anima consola,
E giubilar mi fa.
Hai già vinta la causa Video (MV)
Performed By: The Marriage of Figaro
From Album: The Marriage of Figaro Opera
Language: Italian
Year: 1786
The Marriage of Figaro - Hai già vinta la causa Lyrics
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We've won our case! What do I hear!
I've fallen into a trap!
The traitors!
I'll punish them so! The sentence
Will be at my pleasure ... But supposing
He has paid off the claims of the old woman?
Paid her? How? ... and then there's Antonio
Who'll refuse to give his niece in marriage
To a Figaro, of whom nothing is known.
If I play on the pride
Of that half-wit ...
Everything favours my plan ...
The dice is cast.
Must I see a serf of mine made happy
While I am left to sigh,
And him possess a treasure
Which I desire in vain?
Must I see her,
Who has roused in me a passion
She does not feel for me,
United by the hand of rlove to a base stave?
Ah no, I will not give you
The satisfaction of this contentment!
You were not born, bold fellow,
To cause me torment
And indeed to laugh
At my discomfiture.
Now only the hope
Of taking vengeance
Eases my mind
And make me rejoice.
We've won our case! What do I hear!
I've fallen into a trap!
The traitors!
I'll punish them so! The sentence
Will be at my pleasure ... But supposing
He has paid off the claims of the old woman?
Paid her? How? ... and then there's Antonio
Who'll refuse to give his niece in marriage
To a Figaro, of whom nothing is known.
If I play on the pride
Of that half-wit ...
Everything favours my plan ...
The dice is cast.
Must I see a serf of mine made happy
While I am left to sigh,
And him possess a treasure
Which I desire in vain?
Must I see her,
Who has roused in me a passion
She does not feel for me,
United by the hand of rlove to a base stave?
Ah no, I will not give you
The satisfaction of this contentment!
You were not born, bold fellow,
To cause me torment
And indeed to laugh
At my discomfiture.
Now only the hope
Of taking vengeance
Eases my mind
And make me rejoice.
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Italian
IL CONTE
Hai già vinta la causa! Cosa sento!
In qual laccio io cadea? Perfidi! Io voglio...
Di tal modo punirvi... A piacer mio
La sentenza sarà... Ma s'ei pagasse
La vecchia pretendente?
Pagarla! In qual maniera! E poi v'è Antonio,
Che a un incognito Figaro ricusa
Di dare una nipote in matrimonio.
Coltivando l'orgoglio
Di questo mentecatto...
Tutto giova a un raggiro... il colpo è fatto.
Vedrò mentre io sospiro,
Felice un servo mio!
E un ben ch'invan desio,
Ei posseder dovrà?
Vedrò per man d'amore
Unita a un vile oggetto
Chi in me destò un affetto
Che per me poi non ha?
Ah no, lasciarti in pace,
Non vo' questo contento,
Tu non nascesti, audace,
Per dare a me tormento,
E forse ancor per ridere
Di mia infelicità.
Già la speranza sola
Delle vendette mie
Quest'anima consola,
E giubilar mi fa.
Hai già vinta la causa! Cosa sento!
In qual laccio io cadea? Perfidi! Io voglio...
Di tal modo punirvi... A piacer mio
La sentenza sarà... Ma s'ei pagasse
La vecchia pretendente?
Pagarla! In qual maniera! E poi v'è Antonio,
Che a un incognito Figaro ricusa
Di dare una nipote in matrimonio.
Coltivando l'orgoglio
Di questo mentecatto...
Tutto giova a un raggiro... il colpo è fatto.
Vedrò mentre io sospiro,
Felice un servo mio!
E un ben ch'invan desio,
Ei posseder dovrà?
Vedrò per man d'amore
Unita a un vile oggetto
Chi in me destò un affetto
Che per me poi non ha?
Ah no, lasciarti in pace,
Non vo' questo contento,
Tu non nascesti, audace,
Per dare a me tormento,
E forse ancor per ridere
Di mia infelicità.
Già la speranza sola
Delle vendette mie
Quest'anima consola,
E giubilar mi fa.
English
COUNT
We've won our case! What do I hear!
I've fallen into a trap!
The traitors!
I'll punish them so! The sentence
Will be at my pleasure ... But supposing
He has paid off the claims of the old woman?
Paid her? How? ... and then there's Antonio
Who'll refuse to give his niece in marriage
To a Figaro, of whom nothing is known.
If I play on the pride
Of that half-wit ...
Everything favours my plan ...
The dice is cast.
Must I see a serf of mine made happy
While I am left to sigh,
And him possess a treasure
Which I desire in vain?
Must I see her,
Who has roused in me a passion
She does not feel for me,
United by the hand of rlove to a base stave?
Ah no, I will not give you
The satisfaction of this contentment!
You were not born, bold fellow,
To cause me torment
And indeed to laugh
At my discomfiture.
Now only the hope
Of taking vengeance
Eases my mind
And make me rejoice.
We've won our case! What do I hear!
I've fallen into a trap!
The traitors!
I'll punish them so! The sentence
Will be at my pleasure ... But supposing
He has paid off the claims of the old woman?
Paid her? How? ... and then there's Antonio
Who'll refuse to give his niece in marriage
To a Figaro, of whom nothing is known.
If I play on the pride
Of that half-wit ...
Everything favours my plan ...
The dice is cast.
Must I see a serf of mine made happy
While I am left to sigh,
And him possess a treasure
Which I desire in vain?
Must I see her,
Who has roused in me a passion
She does not feel for me,
United by the hand of rlove to a base stave?
Ah no, I will not give you
The satisfaction of this contentment!
You were not born, bold fellow,
To cause me torment
And indeed to laugh
At my discomfiture.
Now only the hope
Of taking vengeance
Eases my mind
And make me rejoice.
