A un dottor della mia sorte

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.