A un dottor della mia sorte

Opera details:

Opera title:

Il Barbiere di Siviglia

Composer:

Giaochino Rossini

Language:

Italian

Synopsis:

Il Barbiere di Siviglia Synopsis

Libretto:

Il Barbiere di Siviglia Libretto

Translation(s):

English Deutsch

Aria details:

Type:

aria

Role(s):

Doctor Bartolo

Voice(s):

Bass

Act:

1.21a

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Libretto/Lyrics/Text:


N. 8 - Aria

BARTOLO
A un dottor della mia sorte
queste scuse, signorina?
Vi consiglio, mia carina,
un po' meglio a imposturar.
I confetti alla ragazza?
II ricamo sul tamburo?
Vi scottaste: eh via!
Ci vuol altro, figlia mia,
per potermi corbellar.
Perché manca là quel foglio?
Vo' saper cotesto imbroglio.
Sono inutili le smorfie;
ferma là,
non mi toccate!
Figlia mia, non lo sperate
ch'io mi lasci infinocchiar.
Via, carina, confessate;
son disposto a perdonar.
Non parlate? Vi ostinate?
So ben io quel che ho da far.
Signorina, un'altra volta
quando Bartolo andrà fuori,
la consegna ai servitori
a suo modo far saprà.
Ah, non servono le smorfie,
faccia pur la gatta morta.
Cospetton! per quella porta
nemmen l'aria entrar potrà.
E Rosina innocentina,
sconsolata, disperata,
in sua camera serrata
fin ch'io voglio star dovrà.

English Libretto or Translation:

Aria

BARTOLO
For a doctor of my standing
these excuses, Signorina,
I advise you, my dear child,
to invent a little better.
Better! Better! Better! Better! etc.

Sweets for Marcellina!
A design for your embroidery!
And the scalding of your finger!
It takes more than that, my girl,
to deceive me with success.
More! More! More! More!

Why is that sheet of paper missing?
I mean to find out what's going on.
No, coaxing is useless.
Keep away, don't touch me.

No, my dear girl, give up all hope
that I'll let myself be fooled.
For a doctor of my standing
these excuses, Signorina,
I advise you, my dear child,
to invent a little better.

Come, dear child, confess it all.
I am prepared to pardon you.
You don't answer? You are stubborn?
Then I know well what I'll do.

Signorina, another time
when Bartolo must leave the house
he'll give orders to the servants
who will see you stay inside. etc.
Now your pouting will not help you
nor your injured innocence.
I here assure you, through that door
the very air itself won't enter. etc.

For a doctor of my standing
does not let himself be fooled.
And little innocent Rosina,
disconsolate and in despair,
in her chamber shall be locked
so long as I see fit.

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