作曲 : Stephen Sondheim

 FOSCA:
 I hope I didn't startle you
 GIORGIO:
 Signora Ricci,
 I am Captain Ba...
 FOSCA:
 Bachetti,
 I know
 My cousin has told me all about you
 I came to thank your for the books
 I would have sooner,
 But I've been so ill
 GIORGIO:
 Well, now you seem to be feeling more normal
 FOSCA:
 Normal?
 I hardly think so
 Sickness is normal to me, as health is to you
 Excuse me
 I shouldn't speak of my troubles
 I have been going through a period of deep melancholy
 I so enjoyed the novel by Rousseau
 GIORGIO:
 Oh, it's wonderful
 My favorite, really
 FOSCA:
 The character of Julie is a great mystery
 GIORGIO:
 You should have kept the book longer to meditate over
 FOSCA:
 I do not read to think
 I do not read to learn
 I do not read to search for truth
 I know the truth,
 The truth is hardly what I need
 I read to dream
 I read to live
 In other people's lives
 I read about the joys,
 The world
 Dispenses to the fortunate,
 And listen for the echoes
 I read to live,
 To get away from life!
 No, captain,
 I have no illusions
 I recognize the limits of my dreams
 I know how painful dreams can be
 Unless you know
 They're merely dreams
 There is a flower
 Which offers nectar at the top,
 Delicious nectar at the top
 And bitter poison underneath
 The butterfly that stays too long
 And drinks too deep
 Is doomed to die
 I read to fly,
 To skim!
 I do not read to swim
 I do not dwell on dreams
 I know how soon a dream becomes an expectation
 How can I have expectations?
 Look at me
 No, captain
 Look at me!
 Look at me!
 I do not hope for what I cannot have!
 I do not cling to things I cannot keep!
 The more you cling to things,
 The more you love them,
 The more the pain you suffer
 When they're taken from you...
 Ah, but if you have no expectations,
 Captain,
 You can never have a disappointment
 I must be mad to chatter on about myself like this to you
 Forgive me
 GIORGIO:
 I assure you—
 FOSCA:
 No, forgive me, please...
 GIORGIO:
 But truly, there is nothing to forgive
 FOSCA:
 Have you explored the town?
 It is remote, isn't it?
 And provincial, don't you think?
 GIORGIO:
 Yes
 FOSCA:
 And everything so brown:
 The streets, the fields,
 The river even,
 Though there are some lovely gardens
 You do like gardens, I hope?
 GIORGIO:
 Yes
 FOSCA:
 Good, I can show you gardens
 And then of course there is the castle
 The ruined castle
 GIORGIO:
 Ah
 FOSCA:
 I find it lovely.
 Probably because it's ruined,
 I suppose
 GIORGIO:
 I didn't know there was a castle
 FOSCA:
 I like to take excursions there—
 When I'm in better health
 Perhaps you join me—
 —And my cousin
 One day...
 GIORGIO:
 That would be delightful
 I don't believe I've seen a flower or a garden since the day I arrived