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zimmer malen-ah! at iast! in my stupid fear l thought l sawa policeman's jowl in evew face. the basin...the column... "at the base of the madonna,"my sister wrote me... this is the key. and this is the chapel! forever washing! and evew brush is filthier than an urchin's collar.
mister painter...there! no one... l would have sworn the cavaliere cavaradossihad come back. no, l was mistaken. the basket has not been touched. what are you doing? reciting the angelus. her portrait! whose?
that strange girl's who has been coming here to praythese past few days. such devotion... such piety... lt is so. and she was so absorbed in her prayers that l could paint her lovely face without her noticing. away satan, away!
give me my paints. oh hidden harmony of contrasting beauties. floria is dark-haired, my ardent passion... jest with knavesand neglect the saints... and you, my mysterious beauty, crowned with blond locks, your eyes are blue
and tosca's black. dissimilar beauties are blended together by the mystew of art: yet as l paint her portrait, my sole thought is of you, tosca! jest with the knavesand neglect the saints... bat we car: ha ve na trac/c wii/l i/iesb aille/si days,
enemies af tire ha/y 6a vemment! jest wii/l tire [ma vesand ney/ect tire saints... yes, tlley're a bfifld af sinners! lefs pro tact ourse/vas b y ma/(iny tire siyn af tire cross. - excellency, may l go?- if you wish. your basket is full...are you fasting? i'm not hungw. oh, so sorw!
be sure to lock up when you leave. - run along!- l'm going. who goes there? you! cavaradossi! heaven itself has sent you! don't you recognize me? has prison, then, wroughtso great a change in me? angelotti! the consulof the lamented roman republic! l have just escapedfrom castel sant'angelo.
l am at your service. mario! go and hide! lt's a jealous woman! just a momentand l'll send her away. here l am! i'm faint with exhaustion!l can't stand up! there's food and winein this basket. thank you! ouick now!
mario! mario! mario! why was it locked? it is the sacristan's wish. - who were you talking to?- to you! you were whisperingwith someone else. where is she? - who?- she! that woman! l heard her quick stepsand her dress rustling. - you're dreaming!- do you deny it? l deny it and l love you.
not in front of the madonna. no, mario! let me pray first and offer her these flowers. now listen: tonight l am singing. but the programme will be brief. wait for me at the stage entrance, and we shall go home togetherto your villa. this evening?
it's the time of the full moon, when the heart is drunk on the nocturnal fragranceof the flowers. aren't you happvi' yes. so vew happv! - 38v it again!- 3? vew happv! how faintly you say it! do you not long to be in our little house,which is waiting for us,
hidden in the grove? 0ur refuge, sacred to usand unseen by the world, full of love and mystew? l iike to listen at your sideto the voices of the night as they rise through the starlit.shadowy silences: in the woods,in the thickets and the dry grass, in the depths of ancient tombs perfumed with thyme, the night murmursits thousand songs of love
and its false counsels to soften and seduce the heart. oh wide fields, blossom! and sea winds throb in the moon's radiance. bain down desire, you vaulted stars! tosca burns with a mad love! l am bound in your coils, "w siren!
tosca's blood burnswith a mad love! yes, siren, l will come! oh, my love! but now you must let me work. - you dismiss me?- my work is pressing, you know that. l am going. who is that fair-haired womanover there? - mary magdalene. do you like her?- she is too beautiful!
ah, rare praise! you laugh? l have seenthose sky-blue eye before. there are so many in the world! wait... lt's the young attavanti! well done! do you see her?she loves you! do you love her? - do you love her?- by pure chance... those steps... those whispers...
she was here just a moment ago... - come here!- the shameless flirt! and to me! by pure chance,l saw her yesterday. she came here to pray. unnoticed, l painted her likeness. - swear to it!- l swear! how intently she stares at me! come away! she taunts and mocks me!
what foolishness! ah! those eyes! what eyes in the worldcan compare with your eyes, so black and glowing? it is in themthat my whole being fastens, eyes soft with loveand rich with anger... oh, how well you know the artof capturing a woman's heart! my jealous tosca! eyes soft with love
and rich with anger... where in the world are there eyes to compare with your blackand glowing eyes? how well you know the art of capturing a woman's heart! but... let her eyes be black ones! - my jealous tosca!- yes, l know, l torment you incessantly.
l know you would forgive me... if you knew my grief! tosca, adored one, evewthing about you delights me: your storming anger and your pulsing love! say those words again, they console me. say them again!
my iife, my troubled one,my beloved, l shall always say "l love you, floria". set your uneasy heart at rest. l shall always say "l love you". good heavens! what a sin! you have undone my hair! now you must leave me! stay at your work until this evening,
and promise me that no woman, blond or brunette,by chance or otherwise, shall come here to pray. l swear to it, my beloved. - now go!- how you hurw me along! what, again? no, forgive me! before the madonna? she is so good!
but let her eyes be black! she is good. my tosca. but as she trusts her confessor,she can conceal nothing. so l mustn't tell her anything.lt's wiser so. - are we alone?- yes. what is your plan? as things stand now,either to flee the state or remain hidden in home. - my sister...- attavanti? yes. she has hiddensome women's clothes
under the altar there: a dress, a veil, a fan. as soon as it is dark,l'll put these garments on. now l understand! that prudent behaviour and those fervent prayers in so young and beautiful a woman had made me suspect some secret love!
it was the love of a sister! she has dared all to save mefrom that scoundrel scarpia! scarpia! that licentious bigot who exploits the uses of religionas refinements for his libertine lust,and makes both the confessor and the hangmanthe servant of his wantonness! i'll save youshould it cost me my iife!
but delaying until nightfallis not safe. l fear the daylight! the chapel givesonto a vegetable garden: beyond that is a canefield that winds alongthrough meadows to my villa. - yes, l know.- here is the key. l shall join you therebefore nightfall. take the woman's clothing with you. should l put it on?
you needn't now.the path is deserted. good-bye! if there is any sign of danger,go hide in the garden well. there is water at the bottom, but halfway down, a little passageleads to a dark room. it's an impenetrable hiding place! the canon of the castle! they've discovered your escape! now scarpia will let loosehis pack of spies!
- good-bye!- l will come with you. - we must be on guard!- someone's coming! if they attack us, we will fight! joyful news, excellency! he's gone. l am disappointed. he who aggrieves an unbeliever earns an indulgence! the whole choir is here! hurw! - where?- in the sacristy.
- but what has happened?- haven't you heard? - bonaparte, that scoundrel...- well? what? he was plucked and quarteredand thrown to beelzebub! who says so?lt's a dream! lt can't be! it's a true report. the news has just reached us! let us celebrate the victory! and tonighta mighty torchlight procession, a gala evening at the farnesepalace
and a new cantata for the occasion sung by floria tosca! and in the churches,hymns to the lord! now get along and dress,and no more shouting. on with you to the sacristy! double pay... te deum... gloria!long live the king! ouick! into your clothes! such a racket in a church! a fine respect!
excellency, the joyful news... prepare for the te deum. you stay here! and you search every corner. - track down every clue.- very well. keep watch at the doors without arousing suspicion! now, as for you... weigh your answers well.
a prisoner of the state has just escapedfrom castel sant'angelo. - he took refuge here.- heaven help us! he may still be here. where is the chapel of the attavanti'! that's it over there. it's open! merciful heaven! and there's another key! a good sign!
let's go in. it was a bad mistaketo fire the canon. the scoondre/ has flown the coop. but ire left behind a valuable clue: a fan. wlm was iris accomplicein iris flight? the marchesa a its vanti!it's her crest... who painted that picture'! the cavaliere cavaradossi.
he! heavens! the basket! he! tosca? lover! a suspect character!a revolutionary! empty! empty! what do you say'! what's that? they found this basketin the chapel. - have you seen it before'!- yes, indeed! it belongs to the painter...but even so...
out with it! i left it for himfilled with excellent food... - it was the painter's meal!- then he must have dined! in the chapel? no. he had no key, nor did he want to eat.he told me so himself. so i put the basketsafely to one side. everything is clear now... the sacristank food became angelo 111'? boo ty!
tosca! she mustn't see me. to drive a jealous loverto distraction, iago bad a handkerchief,and i a fan! the painter cavaradossi? who knows where he is,or with whom'! he slipped away, evaporated,through his own witchcraft. deceived'! no! no! he could not betray me! divine tosca,
my hand awaits your delicate hand. not out of idle gallantry but to offer holy water. thank you, sir! it is a noble example that you set. filled with holy zeal, you draw from heaventhe mastery of art to rekindle the faith of men.
you are too kind! truly pious women are so rare... your life is the stage... and still you come to churchto pray. what do you mean? and you are not likecertain strumpets who dress like maw magdalene... but come here to scheme for love. what? for love'!
what is your proof'! is this a painter's tool'! a fan! where was it'! there, on the scaffold. obviously someonesurprised the lovers, and she lost her feathersin her flight. the crown! the crest! it's attavanti's!
oh, prophetic doubt! i've bit the mark! and i came to tell him sorrowfully that tonight the skywill darken in vain, for the love-sick toscais a prisoner... the poison bites deep! a prisoner of the royal jubilee! oh, gracious lady, what ails you'! for i see that a rebel tearmars your fair cheek
and has dampened it. oh gracious lady,why are you grieving? it is nothing! i would give my life to dry those tears. here i am, heartbroken, while he, in another's arms,mocks at my anguish! where are they'! if i could only catch the traitors!
oh, dark suspicion! double loves now nestinside this villa! oh, traitor! my fair nest, befouled with mud! i'll fall upon them unexpectedly! you shall not have her tonight,i swear! in church! god will pardon me. he sees me weeping!
three men and a carriage! quick, follow herwherever she goes! and take care! yes, sir. and where shall we meet'! at the farnese palace! go, tosca! scarpia has dug his nestwithin your heart! scarpia has set loosethe soaring falcon of your jealousy! how great a promise
in your quick suspicions! my will now takes aimat a double target, and the head of the rebel is not the greater price... ah, to see the flame of those imperious eyes grow faint and languid with passion...
for him. the rope. and for her, my arms... tosca, you make me forget god! tosca is a good falcon. surely by this time my hounds will have fallenon their double prey! and tomorrow's dawn will see angelotti on the scaffold andthe fine mario hanging from a noose. is tosca in the palace?
a chamberlain has just gonein search of her. open the window. it is late. the concert still lacks its diva. and they are strummingthe gavottes. go wait for tosca at the entrance. tell her i shall expect herafter the concert. or better... give her this note.
she will come, for the love of mario! for the love of marioshe will yield to my pleasure. such is the deep misery of a deep love... for me, a violent conquest has greater relish than a soft surrender. i take no delight in sighs or vows
exchanged at misty lunar dawn. i know nothow to draw harmony from guitars or horoscopes from flowers, nor am i apt at dalliance or cooing like a turtle dove. i pursue a new crave, sate myself then cast it aside and look for new bait. god made as many differentbeauties as he made wines,
and of both of these godly creationsi mean to taste my fill. - spoletta is here.- show him in. it's high time, too. well, my fine man,how did the hunt go'! saint ignatius, help me! we kept on the lady's trail, following her to a lonely villalost in the woods. she enteredand soon emerged again, alone. at once, i vaulted overthe garden wall with my dogs and burst into the house.
well done, spoletta! i sniffed... i scratched...i rummaged... - and angelotti'!- nowhere to be found! ah. you dog! traitor! snout of a snake! - to the gallows!- jesus! - the painter was there.- cavaradossi? and he knowswhere the other one is hiding. in every word and gesture
he showed such taunting irony. - so i arrested him.- not bad, not bad! he is out there. bring in the cavaliere! fetch roberti and the judge. such violence! cavaliere, please be seated. i want to know... - be seated.- i shall stand.
as you wish. are you aware that a prisoner... his voice! are you aware that a prisoner escaped todayfrom the castel sant'angelo'! - i did not know it.- and yet there are reports that you sheltered himin sant'andrea, gave him food, and clothing...
lies! ...and took him to a house of yourson the outskirts of the city... - i deny it all. have you any proof'!- a faithful servant... the facts! who is my accuser? your henchmenransacked my villa in vain. proof that you have hidden him well! the suspicions of a henchman! he laughed at our questions... and i laugh still...
this is a place for tears! beware! enough now! answer me! where is angelotti'! i do not know. - do you deny having given him food'!- i deny it! - and clothing?- i deny it! and refuge in your villa?
i deny it! come, cavaliere,you must reconsider. this stubbornness of yours is not prudent. a prompt confessionwill spare you enormous pain. take my advice and tell me: i don't know. for the last time: where is he'! i don't know!
oh, for a good whipping! here she is! - mario! you, here?- say nothing of what you saw there... or you'll kill me! mario cavaradossi, the judge awaits your testimony. first, the usual formalities.and then... as i shall order. and now let's talk togetherlike good friends.
come now, don't look so frightened. i am not frightened. what about the fan'! that was foolish jealousy. so, attavanti was not at the villa? no, he was alone. alone'! are you quite sure'! nothing escapes a jealous eye.alone! alone!
indeed'! alone! yes! what a temper! perhaps you fearyou will betray yourself. sciarrone,what does the cavaliere have to say'! denies it all. keep pressing him! you know it's quite useless. we shall see, madam.
it seems that to please you, one must lie. no, but the truth might shorten an extremely painful hour for him... a painful hour'! what do you mean?what are you doing in that room'! it is force that carries out the law. oh, god! what is happening? your lover is bound hand and foot,
a ring of hooked ironat each temple, so that blood spurts at each denial. they show no mercy. it isn't true! oh, you leering devil! he groans! oh pity! oh pity! it's up to you to save him. good, good! but stop it! stop it! sciarrone, stop it!
stop everything? everything! and now the truth! let me see him! no! tosca! are they still torturing you'! no, be brave... and keep silent! quiet!
i do not fear pain! go on, tosca, speak! i know nothing! wasn't that enough for you'!robelti, resume! - no! stop!- will you speak? no, no! ah, you monster! murderer! you're killing him! it's your silence that's killing him!
monster! do you laughat these ghastly torments'! tosca on the stagewas never more tragic! open the doorso she can hear his groans better! i defy you! stronger! stronger! _ i defy v?ll alll' speak! ' - what can i say'!- come, speak! oh, i know nothing!must i lie to you'! - where is angelotti'!- no! no!
speak up! come, quickly!where is he hiding? i can stand no more! oh, horror! stop this torture! it's too much! i can stand no more! no more! mario, will you let me speak? listen! i can stand no more... fool! what do you knowand what can you say'! shut him up!
what have i ever done to you'! it is me whom you are torturing so! you are torturing my spirit... yes, it is my spirityou are torturing! - in the well, in the garden...- angelotti is there'! yes. enough, roberti! - he has fainted!- murderer! i want to see him!
bring him in. floria! beloved! ls it you? how you have suffered!oh, my soul! but the foul villainwill pay for this! tosca, did you speak? no, beloved... truly not'!
no. in the well, in the garden.get him, spoletta! - you have betrayed me!- mario! - accursed woman!- mario! - excellency!- why do you look so worried'! - it is news of defeat!- what defeat? where'! - at marengo.- blockhead! bonaparte has won! - and melas'!- melas has fled!
victory! the avenging dawn now rises to make the wicked tremble! and liberty returns! mario, be still! and have pity on me! you see me now rejoicein my own suffering... go, shout your boasts! pour out the last dregsof your vile soul! go, for you die,the hangman's noose awaits you.
take him away! go, you will die, go, go! mario, with you... not you! save him! l'! you, rather! my poor supper was interrupted. you are downhearted!
come, my fair lady! sit down here. shall we try togetherto find a way to save him? well then, sit down, and we shall talk. first, a sip of wine. it comes from spain. a sip to hearten you.
how much'! what is your price'! yes, they say that i am venal, but it is not for moneythat i will sell myself to beautiful women. if i am to betray my oath of office, i want some other recompense. i have waited for this hour. in the past i have burnedwith passion for the diva.
but tonight i have beheld you in a new role i have not seen before. those tears of yours were lava to my senses, and that fierce hatredwhich your eyes shot at me only fanned the fire in my blood! supple as a leopard, you embraced your lover. and in that instant
i vowed you would be mine! mine! yes, i will have you! i hold your mario as a pawn! oh, wretch! oh, ghastly bargain! i do you no violence. go, you are free. but your hope is vain. the queen would merely
grant pardon to a corpse. how you detest me! ah! god! even so, even so i want you! don't touch me, you devil!i hate you, hate you! fiend! base villain! what does it matter? spasms of wrathor spasms of passion... - foul villain!- you will be mine!
- help!- mine! do you hear'!it is the drum that leads the way for the last march of the condemned. time is passing! are you aware of what dark workis being done down there'! the firing squad is ready. by your wish, your mario has but one hour to live. i have lived for art,
i have lived for love. never have i harmed a living creature! whatever misfortunesi have encountered i have sought with secret hand to alleviate. always in pure faith have my prayers risen to the holy tabernacle.
have i brought flowers to the altars. in this hour of pain, why, oh why. lord. do you repay me thus'! i have brought jewels for the madonna's mantle, and offered my songs to the stars in heaven
to make them shine more radiantly. in this hour of distress, why. oh why, my lord... why do you repay me thus? you must decide! you want to see me beg'! look at me.
with clasped hands, i beseech you! here i am, look at me! humiliated, vanquished,i await your help! you are too beautiful, tosca, and too loving. i yield to you. and for a paltry price. you ask of me a life.
i ask of you but an instant! go, go, you fill me with loathing! who's there'! excellency, angelotti killed himselfwhen we arrived. well, then, have him hanged deadfrom the gibbet. and the other prisoner'! the cavaliere cavaradossi? everything is ready, excellency. god help me!
wait. well? listen... but i demandthat he be freed this instant. we must dissemble. i cannot openly grant him a pardon. all must believethat the cavaliere is dead. this trusted man of minewill see to it. how can i be sure'!
by the orders i give himin your presence. spoletta, shut the door. i have changed my mind. the prisoner shall be shot... wait a moment... as we did with count palmieri. an execution... ...but a simulated one!as we did with palmieri. do you understand?
- i understand.- go! i want to explain it to him myself. as you wish. let her pass. and remember: at four o'clock. yes. like palmieri. i have kept my promise. not yet. i want safe conduct, so that he and ican flee the state together. you want to leave?
yes, forever. your wish shall be granted. - and which road would you prefer'!- the shortest! - civitavecchia?- yes. tosca, now you are mine, at last! - accursed one!- this is the kiss of tosca! help! lam dying! - is your blood choking you'!- help!
killed by a woman! did you torment me enough? can you still hear me'! speak! look at me! lam tosca!oh, scarpia! help! help! is your blood choking you'! die, accursed one, die! die! he is dead!
and now i pardon him! all rome trembled before him! i send you my sighs. they are as numerous as the leaves driven by the wind. you may scorn me,and my heart is sick. oh, lamp of gold, i die for you! mario cavaradossi?
you have one hour. a priest awaits your summons. no... but i have one last favour to ask of you. if i may... i leave behind me one person who is very dear to me.
permit me to write her a few lines. this ring is all that remainsof my possessions. if you will promiseto give her my last farewell, then it is yours. write. and the stars shone and the earth was perfumed. the garden gate creaked and a footstep rustledthe sand to the path...
fragrant, she entered and fell into my arms... oh, soft kisses! oh, sweet abandon! as i, trembling, loosened her veilsand revealed her beauty. oh, vanished foreveris that dream of love! fled is that hour, and desperately, i die!
never before have i loved life so much! - floria!- you are free! ah! safe conduct for floria tosca... ...and for the cavaliereaccompanying her. you are free! scarpia has yielded'! this is his first act of clemency... - and his last!- what do you mean?
he demandedeither your blood or my love: my entreaties and my tearswere useless. wild with horror, i appealed in vain to the madonna and the saints. the monster told methat the firing squad was ready. the drums were rollingand he laughed. the monster laughed, ready to springand make off with his prey! yes, i promised myself to his lust.
but there at hand,a sharp blade glittered. he wrote out the liberating pass and came to claimthe horrible embrace... so i plantedthat pointed blade in his heart. you'! with your own hand,you killed him'! you, tender and gentle one,and you did it for me'! my hands were red with his blood! oh, sweet hands, pure and gentle.
oh, hands meantfor the fair works of piety, for caressing children, gathering roses. for prayerswhen others meet with misfortune... it was in you, strengthened by love, that justice placed her holy weapon. you dealt out death, victorious hands. pure and gentle!
listen! the hour is near. i have already collectedmy gold and jewels. a carriage is waiting. but first,oh, laugh at this, my love! first you will be shot, in play and pretence,with unloaded arms. a mock punishment. at the shot, fall down.the soldiers will leave, and we will be safe!
we will go to civitavecchia, where a ship will be waiting. we will go by sea! free! whence have pain and sorrownow fled? do you smell the scent of the roses'! do you feel that all things on earth await the sun, enamoured'!
only because of youdid death taste bitter to me. and only you invest this lifewith splendour. all joy and desireare held for me in you like heat within a flame. now i shall seethrough your transfiguring eyes how the heavens blazeand the heavens darken, from you alone will they derive their voice and their colour. the love that saved your life
will be our guide on earth, our pilot on the waters, and will make the wide worldlovely to our eyes. until together we shall fade away beyond the sphere of earth,as light clouds fade, at sundown, high above the sea. and still they do not come... and remember! when you hear the shot,you must fall down at once...
have no fear, i'll fall at that instant,and quite naturally. but be careful not to hurt yourself. with my experience in the theatre, i would know how to carry it off. speak to me againas you spoke before, so sweet is the sound of your voice. together in exile, we shall bearour lave throughout the war/d. harmonies of colour...
and harmonies of sang! triumphant... the soul trembles with new hope in heavenly, increasing ardaur. and in harmonious flight the spirit soars to the ecstasy of la ve. with a thousand kissesi shall seal your eyes, and call youby a thousand names of love.
it is time! i am ready. remember: at the first shot, down... down... and don't get up before i call you. - no, my beloved!- and fall down properly. - like tosca on the stage.- you mustn't laugh. like this? like that.
what a long wait! why this delay? the sun is already rising. why do they delay? it's just a performance, i know, but this anguishseems to last forever. there! they are taking aim! how handsome my mario is! there! die!
ah, what an artist! oh mario, do not move... they are going now. be still! they are leaving... they are going away... not yet, you mustn't move... quickly! up, mario! come! get up! dead! dead!
mario! dead! to see you like this!to die like this! scarpia stabbed to death? it was tosca! don't let her escape! there she is! tosca, you will payfor his life most dearly! with my own! oh scarpia! before god! subtitles: teletota
mister painter...there! no one... l would have sworn the cavaliere cavaradossihad come back. no, l was mistaken. the basket has not been touched. what are you doing? reciting the angelus. her portrait! whose?
that strange girl's who has been coming here to praythese past few days. such devotion... such piety... lt is so. and she was so absorbed in her prayers that l could paint her lovely face without her noticing. away satan, away!
give me my paints. oh hidden harmony of contrasting beauties. floria is dark-haired, my ardent passion... jest with knavesand neglect the saints... and you, my mysterious beauty, crowned with blond locks, your eyes are blue
and tosca's black. dissimilar beauties are blended together by the mystew of art: yet as l paint her portrait, my sole thought is of you, tosca! jest with the knavesand neglect the saints... bat we car: ha ve na trac/c wii/l i/iesb aille/si days,
enemies af tire ha/y 6a vemment! jest wii/l tire [ma vesand ney/ect tire saints... yes, tlley're a bfifld af sinners! lefs pro tact ourse/vas b y ma/(iny tire siyn af tire cross. - excellency, may l go?- if you wish. your basket is full...are you fasting? i'm not hungw. oh, so sorw!
be sure to lock up when you leave. - run along!- l'm going. who goes there? you! cavaradossi! heaven itself has sent you! don't you recognize me? has prison, then, wroughtso great a change in me? angelotti! the consulof the lamented roman republic! l have just escapedfrom castel sant'angelo.
l am at your service. mario! go and hide! lt's a jealous woman! just a momentand l'll send her away. here l am! i'm faint with exhaustion!l can't stand up! there's food and winein this basket. thank you! ouick now!
mario! mario! mario! why was it locked? it is the sacristan's wish. - who were you talking to?- to you! you were whisperingwith someone else. where is she? - who?- she! that woman! l heard her quick stepsand her dress rustling. - you're dreaming!- do you deny it? l deny it and l love you.
not in front of the madonna. no, mario! let me pray first and offer her these flowers. now listen: tonight l am singing. but the programme will be brief. wait for me at the stage entrance, and we shall go home togetherto your villa. this evening?
it's the time of the full moon, when the heart is drunk on the nocturnal fragranceof the flowers. aren't you happvi' yes. so vew happv! - 38v it again!- 3? vew happv! how faintly you say it! do you not long to be in our little house,which is waiting for us,
hidden in the grove? 0ur refuge, sacred to usand unseen by the world, full of love and mystew? l iike to listen at your sideto the voices of the night as they rise through the starlit.shadowy silences: in the woods,in the thickets and the dry grass, in the depths of ancient tombs perfumed with thyme, the night murmursits thousand songs of love
and its false counsels to soften and seduce the heart. oh wide fields, blossom! and sea winds throb in the moon's radiance. bain down desire, you vaulted stars! tosca burns with a mad love! l am bound in your coils, "w siren!
tosca's blood burnswith a mad love! yes, siren, l will come! oh, my love! but now you must let me work. - you dismiss me?- my work is pressing, you know that. l am going. who is that fair-haired womanover there? - mary magdalene. do you like her?- she is too beautiful!
ah, rare praise! you laugh? l have seenthose sky-blue eye before. there are so many in the world! wait... lt's the young attavanti! well done! do you see her?she loves you! do you love her? - do you love her?- by pure chance... those steps... those whispers...
she was here just a moment ago... - come here!- the shameless flirt! and to me! by pure chance,l saw her yesterday. she came here to pray. unnoticed, l painted her likeness. - swear to it!- l swear! how intently she stares at me! come away! she taunts and mocks me!
what foolishness! ah! those eyes! what eyes in the worldcan compare with your eyes, so black and glowing? it is in themthat my whole being fastens, eyes soft with loveand rich with anger... oh, how well you know the artof capturing a woman's heart! my jealous tosca! eyes soft with love
and rich with anger... where in the world are there eyes to compare with your blackand glowing eyes? how well you know the art of capturing a woman's heart! but... let her eyes be black ones! - my jealous tosca!- yes, l know, l torment you incessantly.
l know you would forgive me... if you knew my grief! tosca, adored one, evewthing about you delights me: your storming anger and your pulsing love! say those words again, they console me. say them again!
my iife, my troubled one,my beloved, l shall always say "l love you, floria". set your uneasy heart at rest. l shall always say "l love you". good heavens! what a sin! you have undone my hair! now you must leave me! stay at your work until this evening,
and promise me that no woman, blond or brunette,by chance or otherwise, shall come here to pray. l swear to it, my beloved. - now go!- how you hurw me along! what, again? no, forgive me! before the madonna? she is so good!
but let her eyes be black! she is good. my tosca. but as she trusts her confessor,she can conceal nothing. so l mustn't tell her anything.lt's wiser so. - are we alone?- yes. what is your plan? as things stand now,either to flee the state or remain hidden in home. - my sister...- attavanti? yes. she has hiddensome women's clothes
under the altar there: a dress, a veil, a fan. as soon as it is dark,l'll put these garments on. now l understand! that prudent behaviour and those fervent prayers in so young and beautiful a woman had made me suspect some secret love!
it was the love of a sister! she has dared all to save mefrom that scoundrel scarpia! scarpia! that licentious bigot who exploits the uses of religionas refinements for his libertine lust,and makes both the confessor and the hangmanthe servant of his wantonness! i'll save youshould it cost me my iife!
but delaying until nightfallis not safe. l fear the daylight! the chapel givesonto a vegetable garden: beyond that is a canefield that winds alongthrough meadows to my villa. - yes, l know.- here is the key. l shall join you therebefore nightfall. take the woman's clothing with you. should l put it on?
you needn't now.the path is deserted. good-bye! if there is any sign of danger,go hide in the garden well. there is water at the bottom, but halfway down, a little passageleads to a dark room. it's an impenetrable hiding place! the canon of the castle! they've discovered your escape! now scarpia will let loosehis pack of spies!
- good-bye!- l will come with you. - we must be on guard!- someone's coming! if they attack us, we will fight! joyful news, excellency! he's gone. l am disappointed. he who aggrieves an unbeliever earns an indulgence! the whole choir is here! hurw! - where?- in the sacristy.
- but what has happened?- haven't you heard? - bonaparte, that scoundrel...- well? what? he was plucked and quarteredand thrown to beelzebub! who says so?lt's a dream! lt can't be! it's a true report. the news has just reached us! let us celebrate the victory! and tonighta mighty torchlight procession, a gala evening at the farnesepalace
and a new cantata for the occasion sung by floria tosca! and in the churches,hymns to the lord! now get along and dress,and no more shouting. on with you to the sacristy! double pay... te deum... gloria!long live the king! ouick! into your clothes! such a racket in a church! a fine respect!
excellency, the joyful news... prepare for the te deum. you stay here! and you search every corner. - track down every clue.- very well. keep watch at the doors without arousing suspicion! now, as for you... weigh your answers well.
a prisoner of the state has just escapedfrom castel sant'angelo. - he took refuge here.- heaven help us! he may still be here. where is the chapel of the attavanti'! that's it over there. it's open! merciful heaven! and there's another key! a good sign!
let's go in. it was a bad mistaketo fire the canon. the scoondre/ has flown the coop. but ire left behind a valuable clue: a fan. wlm was iris accomplicein iris flight? the marchesa a its vanti!it's her crest... who painted that picture'! the cavaliere cavaradossi.
he! heavens! the basket! he! tosca? lover! a suspect character!a revolutionary! empty! empty! what do you say'! what's that? they found this basketin the chapel. - have you seen it before'!- yes, indeed! it belongs to the painter...but even so...
out with it! i left it for himfilled with excellent food... - it was the painter's meal!- then he must have dined! in the chapel? no. he had no key, nor did he want to eat.he told me so himself. so i put the basketsafely to one side. everything is clear now... the sacristank food became angelo 111'? boo ty!
tosca! she mustn't see me. to drive a jealous loverto distraction, iago bad a handkerchief,and i a fan! the painter cavaradossi? who knows where he is,or with whom'! he slipped away, evaporated,through his own witchcraft. deceived'! no! no! he could not betray me! divine tosca,
my hand awaits your delicate hand. not out of idle gallantry but to offer holy water. thank you, sir! it is a noble example that you set. filled with holy zeal, you draw from heaventhe mastery of art to rekindle the faith of men.
you are too kind! truly pious women are so rare... your life is the stage... and still you come to churchto pray. what do you mean? and you are not likecertain strumpets who dress like maw magdalene... but come here to scheme for love. what? for love'!
what is your proof'! is this a painter's tool'! a fan! where was it'! there, on the scaffold. obviously someonesurprised the lovers, and she lost her feathersin her flight. the crown! the crest! it's attavanti's!
oh, prophetic doubt! i've bit the mark! and i came to tell him sorrowfully that tonight the skywill darken in vain, for the love-sick toscais a prisoner... the poison bites deep! a prisoner of the royal jubilee! oh, gracious lady, what ails you'! for i see that a rebel tearmars your fair cheek
and has dampened it. oh gracious lady,why are you grieving? it is nothing! i would give my life to dry those tears. here i am, heartbroken, while he, in another's arms,mocks at my anguish! where are they'! if i could only catch the traitors!
oh, dark suspicion! double loves now nestinside this villa! oh, traitor! my fair nest, befouled with mud! i'll fall upon them unexpectedly! you shall not have her tonight,i swear! in church! god will pardon me. he sees me weeping!
three men and a carriage! quick, follow herwherever she goes! and take care! yes, sir. and where shall we meet'! at the farnese palace! go, tosca! scarpia has dug his nestwithin your heart! scarpia has set loosethe soaring falcon of your jealousy! how great a promise
in your quick suspicions! my will now takes aimat a double target, and the head of the rebel is not the greater price... ah, to see the flame of those imperious eyes grow faint and languid with passion...
for him. the rope. and for her, my arms... tosca, you make me forget god! tosca is a good falcon. surely by this time my hounds will have fallenon their double prey! and tomorrow's dawn will see angelotti on the scaffold andthe fine mario hanging from a noose. is tosca in the palace?
a chamberlain has just gonein search of her. open the window. it is late. the concert still lacks its diva. and they are strummingthe gavottes. go wait for tosca at the entrance. tell her i shall expect herafter the concert. or better... give her this note.
she will come, for the love of mario! for the love of marioshe will yield to my pleasure. such is the deep misery of a deep love... for me, a violent conquest has greater relish than a soft surrender. i take no delight in sighs or vows
exchanged at misty lunar dawn. i know nothow to draw harmony from guitars or horoscopes from flowers, nor am i apt at dalliance or cooing like a turtle dove. i pursue a new crave, sate myself then cast it aside and look for new bait. god made as many differentbeauties as he made wines,
and of both of these godly creationsi mean to taste my fill. - spoletta is here.- show him in. it's high time, too. well, my fine man,how did the hunt go'! saint ignatius, help me! we kept on the lady's trail, following her to a lonely villalost in the woods. she enteredand soon emerged again, alone. at once, i vaulted overthe garden wall with my dogs and burst into the house.
well done, spoletta! i sniffed... i scratched...i rummaged... - and angelotti'!- nowhere to be found! ah. you dog! traitor! snout of a snake! - to the gallows!- jesus! - the painter was there.- cavaradossi? and he knowswhere the other one is hiding. in every word and gesture
he showed such taunting irony. - so i arrested him.- not bad, not bad! he is out there. bring in the cavaliere! fetch roberti and the judge. such violence! cavaliere, please be seated. i want to know... - be seated.- i shall stand.
as you wish. are you aware that a prisoner... his voice! are you aware that a prisoner escaped todayfrom the castel sant'angelo'! - i did not know it.- and yet there are reports that you sheltered himin sant'andrea, gave him food, and clothing...
lies! ...and took him to a house of yourson the outskirts of the city... - i deny it all. have you any proof'!- a faithful servant... the facts! who is my accuser? your henchmenransacked my villa in vain. proof that you have hidden him well! the suspicions of a henchman! he laughed at our questions... and i laugh still...
this is a place for tears! beware! enough now! answer me! where is angelotti'! i do not know. - do you deny having given him food'!- i deny it! - and clothing?- i deny it! and refuge in your villa?
i deny it! come, cavaliere,you must reconsider. this stubbornness of yours is not prudent. a prompt confessionwill spare you enormous pain. take my advice and tell me: i don't know. for the last time: where is he'! i don't know!
oh, for a good whipping! here she is! - mario! you, here?- say nothing of what you saw there... or you'll kill me! mario cavaradossi, the judge awaits your testimony. first, the usual formalities.and then... as i shall order. and now let's talk togetherlike good friends.
come now, don't look so frightened. i am not frightened. what about the fan'! that was foolish jealousy. so, attavanti was not at the villa? no, he was alone. alone'! are you quite sure'! nothing escapes a jealous eye.alone! alone!
indeed'! alone! yes! what a temper! perhaps you fearyou will betray yourself. sciarrone,what does the cavaliere have to say'! denies it all. keep pressing him! you know it's quite useless. we shall see, madam.
it seems that to please you, one must lie. no, but the truth might shorten an extremely painful hour for him... a painful hour'! what do you mean?what are you doing in that room'! it is force that carries out the law. oh, god! what is happening? your lover is bound hand and foot,
a ring of hooked ironat each temple, so that blood spurts at each denial. they show no mercy. it isn't true! oh, you leering devil! he groans! oh pity! oh pity! it's up to you to save him. good, good! but stop it! stop it! sciarrone, stop it!
stop everything? everything! and now the truth! let me see him! no! tosca! are they still torturing you'! no, be brave... and keep silent! quiet!
i do not fear pain! go on, tosca, speak! i know nothing! wasn't that enough for you'!robelti, resume! - no! stop!- will you speak? no, no! ah, you monster! murderer! you're killing him! it's your silence that's killing him!
monster! do you laughat these ghastly torments'! tosca on the stagewas never more tragic! open the doorso she can hear his groans better! i defy you! stronger! stronger! _ i defy v?ll alll' speak! ' - what can i say'!- come, speak! oh, i know nothing!must i lie to you'! - where is angelotti'!- no! no!
speak up! come, quickly!where is he hiding? i can stand no more! oh, horror! stop this torture! it's too much! i can stand no more! no more! mario, will you let me speak? listen! i can stand no more... fool! what do you knowand what can you say'! shut him up!
what have i ever done to you'! it is me whom you are torturing so! you are torturing my spirit... yes, it is my spirityou are torturing! - in the well, in the garden...- angelotti is there'! yes. enough, roberti! - he has fainted!- murderer! i want to see him!
bring him in. floria! beloved! ls it you? how you have suffered!oh, my soul! but the foul villainwill pay for this! tosca, did you speak? no, beloved... truly not'!
no. in the well, in the garden.get him, spoletta! - you have betrayed me!- mario! - accursed woman!- mario! - excellency!- why do you look so worried'! - it is news of defeat!- what defeat? where'! - at marengo.- blockhead! bonaparte has won! - and melas'!- melas has fled!
victory! the avenging dawn now rises to make the wicked tremble! and liberty returns! mario, be still! and have pity on me! you see me now rejoicein my own suffering... go, shout your boasts! pour out the last dregsof your vile soul! go, for you die,the hangman's noose awaits you.
take him away! go, you will die, go, go! mario, with you... not you! save him! l'! you, rather! my poor supper was interrupted. you are downhearted!
come, my fair lady! sit down here. shall we try togetherto find a way to save him? well then, sit down, and we shall talk. first, a sip of wine. it comes from spain. a sip to hearten you.
how much'! what is your price'! yes, they say that i am venal, but it is not for moneythat i will sell myself to beautiful women. if i am to betray my oath of office, i want some other recompense. i have waited for this hour. in the past i have burnedwith passion for the diva.
but tonight i have beheld you in a new role i have not seen before. those tears of yours were lava to my senses, and that fierce hatredwhich your eyes shot at me only fanned the fire in my blood! supple as a leopard, you embraced your lover. and in that instant
i vowed you would be mine! mine! yes, i will have you! i hold your mario as a pawn! oh, wretch! oh, ghastly bargain! i do you no violence. go, you are free. but your hope is vain. the queen would merely
grant pardon to a corpse. how you detest me! ah! god! even so, even so i want you! don't touch me, you devil!i hate you, hate you! fiend! base villain! what does it matter? spasms of wrathor spasms of passion... - foul villain!- you will be mine!
- help!- mine! do you hear'!it is the drum that leads the way for the last march of the condemned. time is passing! are you aware of what dark workis being done down there'! the firing squad is ready. by your wish, your mario has but one hour to live. i have lived for art,
i have lived for love. never have i harmed a living creature! whatever misfortunesi have encountered i have sought with secret hand to alleviate. always in pure faith have my prayers risen to the holy tabernacle.
have i brought flowers to the altars. in this hour of pain, why, oh why. lord. do you repay me thus'! i have brought jewels for the madonna's mantle, and offered my songs to the stars in heaven
to make them shine more radiantly. in this hour of distress, why. oh why, my lord... why do you repay me thus? you must decide! you want to see me beg'! look at me.
with clasped hands, i beseech you! here i am, look at me! humiliated, vanquished,i await your help! you are too beautiful, tosca, and too loving. i yield to you. and for a paltry price. you ask of me a life.
i ask of you but an instant! go, go, you fill me with loathing! who's there'! excellency, angelotti killed himselfwhen we arrived. well, then, have him hanged deadfrom the gibbet. and the other prisoner'! the cavaliere cavaradossi? everything is ready, excellency. god help me!
wait. well? listen... but i demandthat he be freed this instant. we must dissemble. i cannot openly grant him a pardon. all must believethat the cavaliere is dead. this trusted man of minewill see to it. how can i be sure'!
by the orders i give himin your presence. spoletta, shut the door. i have changed my mind. the prisoner shall be shot... wait a moment... as we did with count palmieri. an execution... ...but a simulated one!as we did with palmieri. do you understand?
- i understand.- go! i want to explain it to him myself. as you wish. let her pass. and remember: at four o'clock. yes. like palmieri. i have kept my promise. not yet. i want safe conduct, so that he and ican flee the state together. you want to leave?
yes, forever. your wish shall be granted. - and which road would you prefer'!- the shortest! - civitavecchia?- yes. tosca, now you are mine, at last! - accursed one!- this is the kiss of tosca! help! lam dying! - is your blood choking you'!- help!
killed by a woman! did you torment me enough? can you still hear me'! speak! look at me! lam tosca!oh, scarpia! help! help! is your blood choking you'! die, accursed one, die! die! he is dead!
and now i pardon him! all rome trembled before him! i send you my sighs. they are as numerous as the leaves driven by the wind. you may scorn me,and my heart is sick. oh, lamp of gold, i die for you! mario cavaradossi?
you have one hour. a priest awaits your summons. no... but i have one last favour to ask of you. if i may... i leave behind me one person who is very dear to me.
permit me to write her a few lines. this ring is all that remainsof my possessions. if you will promiseto give her my last farewell, then it is yours. write. and the stars shone and the earth was perfumed. the garden gate creaked and a footstep rustledthe sand to the path...
fragrant, she entered and fell into my arms... oh, soft kisses! oh, sweet abandon! as i, trembling, loosened her veilsand revealed her beauty. oh, vanished foreveris that dream of love! fled is that hour, and desperately, i die!
never before have i loved life so much! - floria!- you are free! ah! safe conduct for floria tosca... ...and for the cavaliereaccompanying her. you are free! scarpia has yielded'! this is his first act of clemency... - and his last!- what do you mean?
he demandedeither your blood or my love: my entreaties and my tearswere useless. wild with horror, i appealed in vain to the madonna and the saints. the monster told methat the firing squad was ready. the drums were rollingand he laughed. the monster laughed, ready to springand make off with his prey! yes, i promised myself to his lust.
but there at hand,a sharp blade glittered. he wrote out the liberating pass and came to claimthe horrible embrace... so i plantedthat pointed blade in his heart. you'! with your own hand,you killed him'! you, tender and gentle one,and you did it for me'! my hands were red with his blood! oh, sweet hands, pure and gentle.
oh, hands meantfor the fair works of piety, for caressing children, gathering roses. for prayerswhen others meet with misfortune... it was in you, strengthened by love, that justice placed her holy weapon. you dealt out death, victorious hands. pure and gentle!
listen! the hour is near. i have already collectedmy gold and jewels. a carriage is waiting. but first,oh, laugh at this, my love! first you will be shot, in play and pretence,with unloaded arms. a mock punishment. at the shot, fall down.the soldiers will leave, and we will be safe!
we will go to civitavecchia, where a ship will be waiting. we will go by sea! free! whence have pain and sorrownow fled? do you smell the scent of the roses'! do you feel that all things on earth await the sun, enamoured'!
only because of youdid death taste bitter to me. and only you invest this lifewith splendour. all joy and desireare held for me in you like heat within a flame. now i shall seethrough your transfiguring eyes how the heavens blazeand the heavens darken, from you alone will they derive their voice and their colour. the love that saved your life
will be our guide on earth, our pilot on the waters, and will make the wide worldlovely to our eyes. until together we shall fade away beyond the sphere of earth,as light clouds fade, at sundown, high above the sea. and still they do not come... and remember! when you hear the shot,you must fall down at once...
have no fear, i'll fall at that instant,and quite naturally. but be careful not to hurt yourself. with my experience in the theatre, i would know how to carry it off. speak to me againas you spoke before, so sweet is the sound of your voice. together in exile, we shall bearour lave throughout the war/d. harmonies of colour...
and harmonies of sang! triumphant... the soul trembles with new hope in heavenly, increasing ardaur. and in harmonious flight the spirit soars to the ecstasy of la ve. with a thousand kissesi shall seal your eyes, and call youby a thousand names of love.
it is time! i am ready. remember: at the first shot, down... down... and don't get up before i call you. - no, my beloved!- and fall down properly. - like tosca on the stage.- you mustn't laugh. like this? like that.
what a long wait! why this delay? the sun is already rising. why do they delay? it's just a performance, i know, but this anguishseems to last forever. there! they are taking aim! how handsome my mario is! there! die!
ah, what an artist! oh mario, do not move... they are going now. be still! they are leaving... they are going away... not yet, you mustn't move... quickly! up, mario! come! get up! dead! dead!
mario! dead! to see you like this!to die like this! scarpia stabbed to death? it was tosca! don't let her escape! there she is! tosca, you will payfor his life most dearly! with my own! oh scarpia! before god! subtitles: teletota