| RODOLFO
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| (O Mimi you no longer come back
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| O beautiful days
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| Small hands, fragrant hair
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| Snow neck!
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| Ah! |
| Mimi, my short youth!
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| From the table drawer he takes Mimi's cap off
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| And you, light bonnet
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| Which hid under the cheek starting
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| You all know our happiness
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| Come on my heart!
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| On my dead heart, since love is dead.)
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| MARCELLO
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| (I don't know how it is
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| Let my brush work
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| And you mix colors
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| Against my will
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| If I like to poke
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| Or skies or lands or winters or springs
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| He draws me two black pupils
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| And a busty mouth
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| Musetta comes out
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| And the face still ...
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| It is from Musetta
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| The whole face is full of fraud
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| Meanwhile, Musetta enjoys
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| And my vil heart calls her
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| And wait for my vil heart ...)
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| RODOLFO
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| He puts the bonnet over his heart, then wanting to hide his own from Marcello
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| emotion, she turns to him and casually asks him
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| What time is it?
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| And does Schaunard not come back?
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| MARCELLO
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| Remained brooding, he is shaken at the words of Rodolfo and cheerfully
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| he answers
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| Yesterday's lunch time
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| Enter Schaunard and Colline, the first carrying four loaves and the other one
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| foil
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| SCHAUNARD
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| Here we are
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| RODOLFO
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| Ebben?
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| MARCELLO
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| Ebben?
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| Schaunard places the loaves on the table
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| With contempt
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| Of the pan?
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| HILLS
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| He opens the packet and takes out a herring which he also places on the table
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| It is a dish worthy of Demosthenes:
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| A herring ...
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| SCHAUNARD
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| ... salty
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| HILLS
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| Lunch is on the table
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| They sit at the table, pretending to be at a lavish lunch
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| MARCELLO
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| This is great
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| From Berlingaccio
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| SCHAUNARD
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| He places Colline's hat on the table and places a bottle in it.
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| of water
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| Now the champagne
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| Let's put on ice
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| RODOLFO
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| To Marcello, offering him some bread
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| Choose, o baron;
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| Trout or salmon?
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| MARCELLO
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| He thanks, accepts, then turns to Schaunard and presents him with another bite
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| of bread
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| Duke, one language
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| Parrot?
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| SCHAUNARD
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| He politely refuses, pours himself a glass of water then passes it to Marcello;
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| the only glass passes from one to the other. |
| Colline, which he devoured in large measure
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| hurry his loaf, he gets up
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| Thanks, fool me
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| I have a dance tonight
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| RODOLFO
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| To Colline
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| Sated already?
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| HILLS
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| With importance and gravity
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| I'm in a hurry
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| The King is waiting for me
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| MARCELLO
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| Thoughtfully
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| Is there any plot?
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| RODOLFO
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| Any coaches?
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| He gets up, approaches Colline, and tells him with comic curiosity
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| Any coaches?
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| MARCELLO
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| Any coaches?
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| HILLS
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| He walks striding with an air of great importance
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| The King calls me
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| To the Minister
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| RODOLFO, SCHAUNARD and MARCELLO
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| They surround Hills and make great bows to him
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| Good!
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| HILLS
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| With protective air
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| However…
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| I'll see… Guizot!
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| SCHAUNARD
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| To Marcello
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| Hand me the tassel
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| MARCELLO
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| He gives him the only glass
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| Yes, drink, I pappo!
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| SCHAUNARD
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| Solemn, he climbs into a chair and raises his glass
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| Permit me to the noble assembly ...
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| RODOLFO and HILLS
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| Interrupting him
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| Enough!
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| MARCELLO
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| Faint!
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| HILLS
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| What a decoction!
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| MARCELLO
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| Take off the heel!
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| HILLS
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| Taking the glass from Schaunard
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| Give me the gotto!
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| SCHAUNARD
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| He gestures to his friends to let him continue
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| Inspired
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| It inspires me irresistibly
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| The inspiration of romance ...
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| THE OTHERS
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| Screaming
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| No!
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| SCHAUNARD
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| Compliant
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| Choreographic action
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| Then…
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| THE OTHERS
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| Applauding, they surround Schaunard and get him out of his chair
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| Yup! |
| Yup…
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| SCHAUNARD
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| Dance
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| With vocal music! |