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La Traviata

- You called for me? What do you want? - Leave this place; danger threatens you.

- I get it! Enough! You think I’m a coward? - No, never.

- But what are you afraid of? - I always fear the Baron.

It’s a fatal matter between us. If he fell by my hand, you’d lose your lover and supporter. Does such a calamity frighten you?

But if he killed you! That misfortune would kill me!

- My death! What does that matter to you? - Please leave, this instant!

I’ll go, but swear first that you will follow me wherever I go.

- No, never. - Never?!?

Go, scoundrel! Forget a dishonored name. Leave me, at once. I swore an oath to leave you!

- To whom? Tell me… who made you do it? - One who had every right.

Was it Duophol?

- Then you love him? - Very well, I love him.

Everyone come in here!

- Did you call? What do you want? - Do you know this woman?

- Who, Violetta? - Don’t you know what she did? - (Be quiet!)

This wench sold everything she owned for love of me.

Blind, cowardly, wretched, I accepted it all.

But there’s still time! I wish to cleanse myself of such a stain!

I call you here as witnesses...

…that I have paid her!

Villain!! You’ve killed a sensitive heart! Base insulter of women, get out! You fill us with horror!

Insulter of women, you fill us with horror!

A man who offends a woman even in anger, deserves the contempt he brings on himself.

Where is my son? I don’t see him here. In you I can no longer find Alfredo.

(What have I done? I feel horrible! Jealous raving, disappointed love, tear at my soul. I can’t reason. She’ll never forgive me.

I wanted to flee her, but I couldn’t, and I came here driven by anger! Now that I’ve loosed my venom, I feel such remorse!)

- (Only I know what virtue is in her breast, but I must be silent.) - Your atrocious insult will not go unavenged!

You suffer so, but take heart; we share your grief; you are among friends. Dry the tears that bathe you.

Alfredo, you cannot understand all the love of this heart.

You don’t know that I’ve even subjected it to your contempt.

But the time will come when you’ll know, when you’ll admit how I loved you.

May God save you from remorse then…

I will still love you after I am dead!

- (I wanted to flee her…) - (Your insult will not go unavenged…) - (May God save you from remorse…) - (You are among friends)