THE ABDUCTION FROM THE SERAGLIO LIVE FROM HANGAR 7
Ah, I was in love,
so blissfully in love.
I knew nothing
of the pain love can bring.
<i>I will do whatever it takes.</i>
<i>The highest bliss and the deadliest despair shall take turns</i>
<i>and whirl me around like a dervish in their twists and turns.</i>
<i>You When I think of her standing naked before me,</i>
<i>in all her voluptuous beauty,</i>
<i>like a Persian king's bride, anointed with precious oils,</i>
<i>dripping on the carpets on her way to his chamber.</i>
<i>There are no words to describe you: I have to invent a new form of art.</i>
<i>I want to draw from all vials of emotion.</i>
<i>So pure, so ample, so sensuous, so moist.</i>
<i>You are mine!</i>
So this is where I am to find you,
Konstanze,
my only joy.
Heaven, hear my plea.
Restore my peace of mind.
I have endured such sorrow
for the sake of love.
Now grant me joy instead,
and help me reach my goal.
When once you've found a sweetheart
who is faithful and is true,
then smother her with kisses,
make her every wish come true,
be her comfort, be her friend.
Tralallera, tralallera!
Excuse me, is this Pasha Selim's home?
But to keep her nice and faithful,
put her under lock and key.
For those flighty creatures grab
at every passing butterfly and gladly sip
at other people's wine.
Tralallera, tralallera!
Good fellow, is this the entrance?
And when the moon is in the sky,
my friends, be especially on your guard.
There's often some fine fellow lurking
to turn the foolish girl's head.
And she's no longer faithful.
Tralallera, tralallera!
A curse on you and your song.
I've had enough of your crooning.
Just listen for a moment.
Who do you think you are?
Bursting in and putting on airs!
What the devil do you want?
Hurry up. I have things to do.
- Is this Pasha Selim's house? - Eh?
Is this Pasha Selim's house?
Yes, this is Pasha Selim's house.
- Wait a moment. - I can't.
- One word. - I must be off.
- Friend, are you in his employ? - Eh?
- Friend, are you in his employ? - Eh?
Friend, are you in his employ?
Yes, friend. I am in his employ.
How can I see Pedrillo,
who is also in his employ?
That rascal fit for the gallows?
Find him yourself if you want him!
What a boor!
Another gallows bird!
You're wrong! He's a fine fellow.
So fine that I'd have him stuck like a pig.
You obviously don't know him well.
Well enough to have him roasted.
He's quite a decent chap.
I'd have his head stuck on a spike.
- Wait a second. - What is it now?
I'd like to
spy on this house and sneak around it
and steal the girls.
Be off! We don't need your sort here!
You must be out of your senses. How dare you insult me like that?
- There's no need to get worked up. - Save your venom.
- I know your kind. - Stop threatening me.
If you don't get out of here
I promise you'll end up getting the bastinado.
This is my last warning.
You really are out of your mind.
What a way to answer a question.
Come to your senses.
As if I'd need another rascal like Pedrillo,
who never has anything else on his mind
than to chase after my models.
If only he hadn't ingratiated himself with the Pasha.
I'd like to see a noose around his neck.
Osmin! Isn't the Pasha back yet?
See for yourself, if you want to know.
As helpful as ever.
Can't we be friends for once?
Friends?
- With you? - Yes.
- I wish I could wring your neck! - Why?
Why?
Because I can't stand the sight of you!
Preening posers like you
with nothing but women on their minds
are the kind I can't stomach for the life of me.
All they're out to do
is to get the better of us.
But your smirks don't fool me.
Your dodges, your wiles,
your tricks and your guiles,
I've seen it all before.
To pull the wool over my eyes,
you'll have to get up very early.
I'm no fool, you know.
Preening posers like you
with nothing but women on their minds
are the kind I can't stomach for the life of me.
All they're out to do
is to get the better of us.
But your smirks don't fool me.
Your dodges, your wiles,
your tricks and your guiles,
I've seen it all before.
To pull the wool over my eyes,
you'll have to get up very early.
I'm no fool, you know.
By the beard of the Prophet, I'll not rest, day or night,
I'll cook your goose, so watch your step!
What a brute you are!
I didn't do you any harm.
You've got the face of a gallows bird,
and that is enough for me.
I'll behead you and hang you, impale you on skewers,
scorch you and bind you, half-drown you and flay you.
Go take a shower, you stink!
Pedrillo!
Belmonte!
Tell me what's going on.
I'll show you what's going on.
Look.
Pedrillo, tell me about Konstanze.
The Pasha is courting her since we've arrived.
What about her?
As far as I know, he's still playing the rejected lover.
But only Heaven knows what's going on between my Blonde and this muscle man.
- The body builder? - Exactly.
We should get away from here as soon as possible.
And what's holding us back?
We'll have to find the women first.
Where is Konstanze now?
You'll see.
Is she with him?
Konstanze
To think that I shall see you at last.
Oh, how timidly,
oh, how ardently
my loving heart is beating.
And the tears of joy at our reunion
are the reward for the pain of separation.
I tremble and falter,
I hesitate and waver.
My heart is pounding madly.
Is that her sweet voice?
I almost fear to see her.
Was that her sigh?
My face is all aglow.
Am I deluded by love? Was it a dream?
Oh, how timidly,
oh, how ardently
my loving heart is beating.
Is that her sweet voice?
Was that her sigh?
I almost fear to see her.
My face is all aglow.
Oh, how timidly, oh, how ardently
my loving heart is beating.
I tremble and falter,
I hesitate and waver.
Sing the praises of our great Pasha
fervently in song.
And make the shore resound
with our joyful sound.
Waft to refresh him, you cooling breezes,
smooth your countenance, seething waters,
greet him with song, jubilant voices,
and tell him of the joys of love.
Sing the praises of our great Pasha
fervently in song.
And make the shore resound
with our joyful sound.
Still so despondent, still in tears?
Konstanze, how do you expect your yearning to dry up
if you keep watering it with tears?
Surrender!
To yourself. And to me.
If only I could! But
Look at me!
What holds you back? Your old life?
You'll hate me for telling you.
I will hunt the sun, the celestial stag, until it looses all flesh,
if it means I can finally catch you.
You little bird.
Ah, I was in love,
so blissfully in love.
I knew nothing of the pain love can bring.
I swore to be true to him,
my beloved.
I gave him my heart with no reservations.
But how fleeting was my joy!
Separation was my dreadful lot.
And now my eyes are awash with tears.
And sorrow reigns in my heart.
Ah, I was in love,
so blissfully in love.
I knew nothing of the pain love can bring.
I swore to be true to him, my beloved.
I gave him my heart with no reservations.
But how fleeting was my joy!
Separation was my dreadful lot.
And now my eyes are awash with tears.
And sorrow reigns in my heart.
The line about your heart,
about giving it with no reservations,
could I hear it once more?
I gave him my heart with no reservations.
Don't demand my heart of me.
But you are demanding my patience!
All I ask is a delay, a little more time.
Time, time
I know that these wounds will heal.
Of course, because all wounds heal eventually.
Her pride and courage have enthralled me.
Oh hunter, don't go killing that musk deer.
Let yourself be ashamed by its black eyes. Don't dare tying it down.
What do you want?
Pardon me for disturbing your deliberations.
This man admires your collections
and wishes to apply for a position as perfumier.
- As what? - As perfumier.
Perfumier
We have to go and look for the women.
Where to?
- What does he want here? - He is in the Pasha's employ now.
The Pasha has a good heart and is easy to deceive.
But I won't let you pass.
We will pass, Osmin.
Is that right?
Move it! Move it! Move it! Get lost
before you're treated to the bastinado.
Oh, it would be shameful to treat us in that way!
- Not one step further! - Let us pass!
- I'll strike you down! - We are going in!
- Get out of here! - Let us pass!
- I'll strike you down! - We are going in!
Oh, it would be shameful to treat us in that way!
- I'll strike you down! - We are going in!
- Get out of here! - Let us pass!
- I'll strike you down! - We are going in!
Blonde?
Blonde!
Where are you?
Blonde!
You are always ordering me about!
And your clumsy advances are even worse!
That's no way to treat a girl!
With tenderness and compliments,
good manners and wit,
it's easy to conquer
a nice girl's heart.
But uncouth domineering,
ranting, quarrelling and harassment
will very quickly waste away
all love and fidelity.
With tenderness and compliments,
good manners and wit,
it's easy to conquer
a nice girl's heart.
Tenderness! Compliments!
Who put these thoughts in your head?
I want you, that's all.
Women are not a commodity.
She drives me crazy.
Why don't you want to be with me?
I think Pedrillo would like to have a say in this matter.
You know, Osmin Hold this.
If you want to impress women, you have to be caring,
charming, respectful of their wishes,
and gentle.
Don't you dare touch me!
I'll go, but my advice to you
is to stay away from that rascal Pedrillo.
Go to the devil, and stop ordering me about!
You know I won't stand for it.
- Promise me! - Who do you think you are?
- Damn it! - Leave me alone!
I won't budge from here
until you swear to obey me.
Not on your life,
you foolish fellow.
Not even if you were the Great Mogul in person.
O Englishmen, Englishmen, you must be fools
to let your womenfolk have their way.
A woman born to be free
won't be pushed around like a slave.
- Even when she is robbed of her freedom, - What a scourge, what a penance it is
- she stays proud and defies the world. - to end up with an old nag like this!
- O Englishmen! - A woman born to be free
- won't be pushed around like a slave. - you must be fools.
- What a scourge, what a penance it is - Even when she is robbed of her freedom,
- to end up with an old nag like this! - she stays proud and defies the world.
- Now shove off! - Are you talking to me?
- You bet I am! - I'm staying put!
- Some other time. You've overstayed. - Have you ever seen such impudence?
You'll get your eyes scratched out
if you hang around here any longer.
All right, I'll leave after all,
before you start thrashing away.
How sad she looks.
It must be hard for her to have lost her beloved.
I'm not much better off,
but at least I get to see my Pedrillo in secret.
What a change has come over my soul
since the day when fate forced us apart!
Belmonte!
Gone are the joys
I once knew in your company.
Harrowing pangs of yearning
have now engulfed
my afflicted heart.
Sadness is henceforth my lot,
since I was torn from your side.
Like the blighted rose,
like grass choked by winter moss,
my piteous life withers and fades.
Not even to the breezes can I lament
the dire anguish in my heart.
Unwilling to be its messenger,
they blow all my cries of grief
back into my own poor heart.
Sadness is henceforth my lot,
since I was torn from your side.
Like the blighted rose,
like grass choked by winter moss,
my piteous life withers and fades.
Not even to the breezes can I lament
the dire anguish in my heart.
Unwilling to be its messenger,
they blow all my cries of grief
back into my own poor heart.
I'll be your bird catcher,
your bird as well as the net.
I'll be your doctor and your sickness,
your poison and your antidote.
I am the sweet and the bitter,
the honey and the bile. Don't tie yourself down!
Love me!
As if love were subject to your commands.
It's not about commanding.
Like a moth to a flame,
I want me to burn for you,
and you for me.
I shall always think as I do now.
I admire you,
I even desire you,
but that is not love.
We are unlike in our desire,
but alike in our love.
What do you fear?
If I surrender to you
There will be no turning back.
No! I'd rather die!
Death is not the worst thing in store for you.
Though torture of every kind
may be in store for me,
I laugh at torment and pain.
Nothing shall shake my resolve.
The only thing that could make me tremble
is the prospect of being untrue.
Let mercy prevail,
and spare me.
The blessings of Heaven would be your reward.
Let mercy prevail, and spare me.
The blessings of Heaven would be your reward.
I see my appeals are in vain.
But I am just as determined to suffer the agonies of torture.
Go on, give your orders!
Rant and rage and rampage!
In the end, I shall be freed by death.
Let mercy prevail,
and spare me.
The blessings of Heaven would be your reward.
I see my appeals are in vain.
But I am just as determined to suffer the agonies of torture.
Go on, give your orders!
Rant and rage and rampage!
In the end, I shall be freed by death.
I won't let you go.
Pasha, what kind of man do you want to be?
I won't let you go!
No!
Blonde! Blonde!
- What is it? - I've got news!
- News that will delight you. - Out with it!
Give me a kiss first.
And the news?
Belmonte has arrived.
We intend to abduct the two of you tonight.
Oh dearest Pedrillo! You've earned yourself a kiss.
But what about Osmin?
This potion will make the dirty old man sleep.
Go and give Konstanze the news.
What joy, what rapture now reigns in my heart!
I can wait no longer to bring her the glad tidings.
With merriment and jests
I shall give her timid heart
a taste of the bliss and joy to come.
What joy, what rapture now reigns in my heart!
I can wait no longer to bring her the glad tidings.
With merriment and jests
I shall give her timid heart
a taste of the bliss and joy to come.
It's do or die. Now or never.
Off to battle!
Into the fray!
Only lily-livered chickens lose heart.
Should I tremble?
Should I lose heart
instead of bravely risking my life?
No, never! We must be bold.
Only lily-livered chickens lose heart.
Should I tremble?
Should I lose heart
instead of bravely risking my life?
No, never! We must be bold.
Off to battle! Into the fray!
Only lily-livered chickens lose heart.
Have you completely lost your mind?
Osmin
Let's have a good time, just the two of us.
- A good time? With you? - Yes, come along.
Let's go to the bar
and have a drink.
Doesn't that sound good?
It's forbidden by the Pasha's orders.
Come on. At least we agree on the subject of women.
- Are you sure about that? - Yes.
- It's forbidden by the Pasha's orders. - Come!
Just one little drink.
- It's forbidden. - Why? Come along!
It's forbidden!
Here's to Bacchus! Bacchus was a splendid chap.
Shall I risk it? Shall I try it?
What if the Pasha sees me?
Why so timorous? Down with it!
And no more questions asked!
Now I've done it.
Now I've downed it.
That's what I call,
that's what I call bold.
Here's to the girls! The blondes and the brunettes!
Hip, hip, hooray! Hip, hip, hooray!
- What a taste! - How divine!
The drink of the gods!
Here's to Bacchus! Here's to Bacchus for inventing wine.
Within these
Within these hallowed halls
Everything is prepared.
As soon as it gets light outside, we can leave.
Do the women know about it?
They should be here by now.
I'll take care of it.
When tears of joy flow,
love smiles upon the beloved.
To kiss the tears from a loved one's cheeks
is love's most glorious reward.
Oh, Konstanze, to see you,
to feel the rapture and the bliss
of pressing you to my faithful heart
is of greater worth than Croesus' riches.
Knowing that we might never meet again
means that we should not wait to show our feelings
until separation inflicts its pain upon us.
Where is Konstanze?
- Belmonte! - Konstanze!
Ah, Belmonte! My dearest life!
Ah, Konstanze! My dearest life!
Is it possible? What bliss
to clasp you to my breast after so many days of suffering!
What rapture to find you here!
Now all sorrow will be banished.
How my heart rejoices!
See the tears of joy I'm weeping.
Let me kiss them away!
May they be the last.
They are. You will be free before the day is done.
Did you understand the plan, Blonde?
All's ready for our escape. We'll meet here at the stroke of 12.
Have no fear, we'll be waiting.
I'll count the minutes! If only it were already 12!
At last sunbeams of hope are piercing
through the gloomy firmament.
Full of rapture, joy and bliss,
we look forward to the end of our torment.
Yet, despite my joy,
my heart still harbours
many a worry.
What torments you, dearest? Speak!
Quickly say what's on your mind!
Quickly say what's on your mind! Don't hide your fears from me!
It's been said
that you are
But, Blonde, come along.
Are you worth so much?
You fool! Have you lost your mind?
I'm the one who should be asking.
But didn't Osmin
I'm listening!
Won't you say what's on your mind?
- It's been said - But didn't Osmin
- that you are - But didn't Osmin
- Go on! - I'm listening!
Won't you say what's on your mind?
- I will, but don't be angry. - Isn't it true that Osmin
- After all the rumours - as one might believe
- I have heard - has claimed his rights as master
- may I ask you - and exercised them on you?
- Do you love the Pasha? - That wouldn't be a good bargain.
Oh, how you hurt me with that question!
- There's your answer. - Straight and to the point.
Konstanze, please forgive me!
- Worthless man! - To doubt that I was faithful!
This rascal dares to ask if I was true to him.
Someone told Belmonte that I loved the Pasha.
Blonde is a good girl, I swear by every devil.
Konstanze is true to me. There can be no doubt.
- This rascal dares to ask - Someone told Belmonte
- if I was true to him. - that I loved the Pasha.
- When women are aggrieved - When men become suspicious
- because we think them fickle, - and have no faith in our honour,
- then they are really true - and look upon us with mistrust,
- and free from all reproaches. - It is not to be borne.
Darling Blonde, please forgive me.
I'm now more certain of your fidelity
than I am of my own wits.
Ah, Konstanze, my dearest life,
if only you could forgive me for asking you that question.
Belmonte, how could you believe that anyone could steal my heart from you?
A heart that beats for you alone.
No, I cannot pardon you. To suspect me of something
with that stupid old fool!
- Darling Blonde, please forgive me. - Ah, Konstanze, my dearest life!
Me and that stupid old fool!
Please, forgive me.
Please, forgive me.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I forgive you.
If you're truly sorry.
Let that be the end of it.
Long live love.
- Long live love. - Let love be prized above all else.
Let nothing fan the flames of jealousy!
I put my faith in your power,
O love, and trust in the strength you give.
What deeds have been accomplished
by those who put their faith in your might!
Even against impossible odds,
love finds a way of uniting kindred souls.
Even against impossible odds,
love finds a way of uniting kindred souls.
I put my faith in your power,
O love, and trust in the strength you give.
What deeds have been accomplished
by those who put their faith in your might!
Even against impossible odds,
love finds a way of uniting kindred souls.
Everything is ready. There's nothing to do but wait.
Yes.
There once languished in Moorish captivity
a maiden fair and fine.
Red-lipped, white-skinned, wit jet-black hair,
she sighed and wept the days away
and longed to be set free.
One day there appeared
a young knight from afar.
He took pity on the maiden's plight.
He said, I'd risk my life and honour
to save that maiden fair.
- Nothing's going on yet. - Finish the song.
It's not my fault they aren't here yet.
I'll come to you in the dark of night,
my dear, let me in.
I fear neither lock nor guard,
so take heart! At midnight,
you'll be set free.
It was said and done. At the stroke of twelve,
the gallant knight appeared.
Gently she gave him her lily-white hand,
and the next morning the cell was bare.
She was gone without a trace.
Belmonte!
- Konstanze! I am here! - Blonde!
- Blonde, hurry up! - I am!
What do we have here?
So you wanted to escape?
With the girls?
The Pasha will not be amused.
Guards!
Osmin, I beg you!
Never!
I've been waiting for this moment!
Oh, how I shall triumph when they drag you to the gallows
and put the noose around your neck!
I'll cavort and laugh and skip and sing a little song of joy
at being rid of you at last.
Slink around as quietly as you like,
you accursed harem rats.
You won't escape our vigilance.
Before you get away you'll be caught in our snare,
and you'll get what you deserve.
Oh, how I shall triumph when they drag you to the gallows
and put the noose around your neck!
I'll cavort and laugh and skip
and sing a little song of joy
at being rid of you at last.
What is going on?
Osmin, what is going on?
Foulest treachery!
They wanted to escape with the girls.
What?
Pasha."
Only after they've been impaled,
poisoned,
hanged and killed,
put in coffins,
and buried,
after their remains have been scattered,
only then are you allowed to say "Pasha"
and ask for forgiveness.
Pasha, this is my husband.
Belmonte Lostados.
Lostados?
The son of the man I hate like no other.
And you are here?
And you wanted to go with him
No!
What dire misfortune!
O torment of the soul!
Is everything conspiring against me?
Ah, Konstanze!
You are doomed for love of me.
What anguish!
Let it be, beloved.
Do not torment yourself so.
For what is death?
The threshold to peace
and with you at my side
a foretaste of eternal bliss.
Angelic soul.
Epitome of goodness.
You pour balm
upon my troubled heart.
You ease
the dread pain of death,
while I, oh woe,
I drag you down into the grave.
For my sake you are doomed to die.
Ah, Konstanze, how can I dare
to face you anymore?
I am bringing death upon you.
Belmonte! It is you who will die for my sake.
It is I who have sealed your fate.
Should I not die at your side?
I welcome the dread summons.
Noble spirit!
To live for you was my desire and all my intent.
Without you it is torment to live any longer in this world.
For my sake you are doomed to die.
Belmonte! It is you who will die for my sake.
Ah, Konstanze, how can I dare
to face you anymore?
It is I who have sealed your fate.
Should I not die at your side?
I am bringing death upon you.
I welcome the dread summons.
Noble spirit!
To live for you was my desire and all my intent.
Without you it is torment to live any longer in this world.
I am at peace with all my woes.
I die at peace and full of joy,
because I have you at my side.
For you, my beloved
For you, my beloved
I give my life only too gladly.
Oh, what bliss!
To die with one we love is heavenly delight.
Our eyes shine with joy as we leave this world for the next.
To die with one we love is heavenly delight.
What do you expect?
My worst enemy's son in my power.
Your father robbed me of my fortune,
my career,
my honour,
my wife,
my happiness, everything!
And now her?
What do you expect?
What do you expect?
I expect you to avenge the wrongs
my father did to you.
I loathe you too much
to emulate what your father did.
Take her. Go!
- Pasha! - Madame
I hope that you may never regret
having refused my love and my heart.
Osmin, let them free.
What? He is to take my Blonde too?
If you love someone, you have to let them go.
If she returns, she is yours forever.
And if you cannot win someone,
the only thing to do is to rid yourself of them!
Never shall I cease to extol your virtues.
My gratitude is yours for all eternity.
In all places and at all times,
I shall praise you as a great and noble man.
Anyone who can forget such graciousness
is only worthy of contempt.
Never shall the delights of love
make me forget the gratitude I owe.
My heart, though dedicated now to love,
will never deny its debt of gratefulness.
Anyone who can forget such graciousness
is only worthy of contempt.
How should I ever forget
how narrowly I escaped the strangler's rope
and all the other dangers.
I ran away as if chased by some fiend.
Anyone who can forget such graciousness
is only worthy of contempt.
Lord Pasha, you have my heartiest thanks
for lodging, board and a bed of straw.
But I am even more grateful
for being allowed to take my leave.
Just look at that beast. Who'd want to be stuck with him?
We ought to burn these curs
who have abused us so disgustingly.
I can no longer stand it.
My tongue is rearing in my mouth
to command what they deserve:
I'll behead you and hang you, impale you on skewers,
scorch you and bind you, half drown you and flay you.
There's nothing so hideous as vengeance.
But to let human kindness prevail,
to be selfless and merciful,
is the sign
of a great and noble soul.
Anyone who cannot see the truth of this
is only worthy of contempt.
Long live Pasha Selim!
Give him the honour he deserves!
May his noble countenance be hailed with songs of praise!
Long live Pasha Selim!
Give him the honour he deserves!
May his noble countenance be hailed with songs of praise!
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