Scene Seven
The courtyard
Transition |
Scene Eight
The Colonel's dining room.
We segue to a Christmas party in the dining quarters with all
the Soldiers, household staff, the Colonel and the Doctor. Fosca
plays the piano as Torasso sings a Christmas carol.
Christmas Carol |
Torasso |
La
pace sulla terra
Č a voi tranquilitā.
Č nato un bambino
Che il mondo salverā
Dal gran poter di Sātan
E da sua protestā.
O novella di gran felicitā!
(His grand ending is met with enthusiasm) |
|
Colonel |
Thank
you so much, Lieutenant. (to Fosca) That was beautiful, my
dear. (to all) So, Merry Christmas, everyone. Salute! |
|
All |
Salute! |
|
Rizzolli |
When
is dinner to be served, Sergeant Lombardi? |
|
Lombardi |
The
pheasants will be ready shortly. |
|
Barri |
We've
been waiting for pheasant all year and we're still waiting.
(Giorgio
enters) |
|
Colonel |
Ah,
look who's arrived. Thank you so much for coming, Captain. I am
so happy you decided not to take your leave. (Augenti
enters with a stack of letters, which he distributes.) |
|
Augenti |
Christmas
post! |
|
Colonel |
We've
come to think of you as part of the family. |
|
Rizzolli |
At
last a letter for me. . |
|
Giorgio |
I
appreciate that. (Augenti
hands the Colonel a letter; he moves away, leaving Giorgio and Fosca
alone) |
|
Fosca |
I
hope you're feeling better, Captain? |
|
Giorgio |
Yes,
thank you. |
|
Fosca |
It's
so kind of you to join us. |
|
Giorgio |
My
pleasure. You look very charming. |
|
Fosca |
Thank
you. |
|
Augenti |
Captain.
(He
gives Giorgio a letter; there is an awkward moment between Fosca
and Giorgio) |
|
Fosca |
It's
alright, Captain. It's fine. Go ahead. Read your letter. (She
retreats to the Doctor's side) |
|
Barri |
I
can smell the perfume on Captain Bachetti's letter from here. A
very fragrant perfume it is, Captain. My correspondence smells like
it comes from a barn. |
|
Rizzolli |
It
does. |
|
Lombardi |
Dinner
will be ready in ten minutes. I've just put in the truffles. |
|
Rizzolli |
Truffles,
indeed. I can't remember the last time I had truffles. |
|
Torasso |
I
hope they'll be recognizable after Sergeant Lombardi ... |
|
Colonel |
Captain
Bachetti -
(Giorgio realizes the Colonel is addressing him)
Is it you or the gentlemen from the ministry who are responsible
for this surprise?
(A hush falls over the room)
You have been transferred back to headquarters. You are to report
immediately. |
|
Giorgio |
(taken
completely by surprise) Immediately? |
Colonel |
This
is most unusual, Captain Bachetti. |
Giorgio |
Really,
sir, (turning to the Doctor) I don't understand! |
Fosca |
(emotional)
Giorgio, my darling. Please don't leave me. Please don't leave me
there. |
(She
throws herself into his arms; there is an embarrassing moment as
everyone in the room tries to hide his discomfort.) |
Colonel |
Gentlemen.
(a pause) I speak to you later, Captain Bachetti.
(he rushes out.) |
|
Torasso |
Well,
more food for the rest of us then. |
|
(Everyone
except Giorgio exits.
Giorgio pauses in confusion; Clara enters; music under)
Farewell Letter |
Clara |
Giorgio
...
(He stares)
Giorgio ... Giorgio ...
(Suddenly he remembers Clara's letter; he opens it and begins
to read)
I
am writing to you, my angel,
Though not long since you've been gone
With a most unhappy heart. Because,
in truth, as time goes on,
I think of nothing else but you -
And us. Oh,
my love, my sweet, you've changed,
I've watched you change,
You're not the man I thought I knew. At
times, these past few days together,
I would wonder whether you were here
Really here with me. I
thought, was I naive to believe
We'd continue year by year?
Is it over forever?
It
seems to me the answer rests with you. Yes, I have obligations at
home, Giorgio, but my heart is yours. When my son is older, when
he goes off to school, there is the chance for us to be together.
I will make the sacrifice you ask of me then. Please understand
why I can't now. Will you wait for me, Giorgio? I have to know.
We both have to know. |
|
Giorgio |
Just
another love story. |
|
Clara |
No
one is to blame. |
|
Giorgio |
A
temporary love story. |
|
Clara |
But
it needn't end the same. |
|
Giorgio |
I
thought that we had more. |
|
Clara |
We
had more - |
|
Giorgio |
We
had something more - |
|
Both |
-
than any other love story. |
|
Clara |
All
that happiness - |
|
Giorgio |
You
think that this is love? |
|
Clara |
-
we had then - |
|
Giorgio |
This
logical and sensible
Practical arrangement - |
|
Clara |
We
can have that happiness - |
|
Giorgio |
-
this foregone conclusion - |
|
Clara |
-
once again! |
|
Giorgio |
-
You think that this is love?
Love isn't so convenient.
Love isn't something scheduled in advance,
Not something guaranteed you need
For fear it may pass you by.
You have to take a chance,
You can't just try it out.
What's love unless it's unconditional? Love
doesn't give a damn about tomorrow
And neither do I! |
|
Clara |
All
that happiness - |
|
Giorgio |
It
was fine. |
|
Clara |
-
in the past - |
|
Giorgio |
I
was yours, you were mine. |
|
Clara |
That
was not just happiness,
Love was in that happiness
That's why it will last. |
|
Giorgio |
Love
is more, I want more. |
|
Both |
I
thought I knew what love was - |
|
Clara |
I
didn't know that
Love was a complication. |
|
Giorgio |
I
do know that it's
not a negotiation. |
|
Clara |
We'll
take it in our stride. |
|
Giorgio |
What
we had - |
|
Clara |
You
decide. |
|
Giorgio |
-
wasn't bad. |
|
Clara |
We
could have everything.
I want you more than anything. |
|
Giorgio |
How
sad - |
|
Clara |
To
wait is nothing.
We're young and time is nothing. |
|
Giorgio |
-
that what we have is nothing ... |
|
Clara |
Nothing
... |
|
Both |
Nothing
... |
|