All language subtitles for Der Rosenkavalier.en

How you were...

...how you are...

...no one could know.

No one could ever imagine.

Does that trouble you, Quinquin?

Would you like everyone to know?

My angel, no!

I'm thrilled I'm the only one
who knows how you are!

No one else can imagine,
no one can know!

You!

What does that mean, "You"?
"You and I?"

Does it have any meaning?
They're words, merely words!

Yet there's something to them...
an intoxication.

A yearning, a craving, an urgency...
a longing and burning!

Now, as my hand reaches for your hand...

...longing for you, embracing you...

...it is I who desire you.

But this "I" soon dissolves into "you."

I am your lover.

But when my hearing and sight fade...

...where is your lover, then?

You are my darling.

You are my treasure!

I love you so.

Why is it day?
I don't want it to be day!

What good is day?

That's when you belong to the world!
Let it stay dark!

You're laughing at me?

Angel!

My sweet boy!

�Listen!
�To what?

Hush...careful!

I won't listen!
What could it be?

Footmen with letters and compliments?

From Saurau, from Hartig,
from the Portuguese envoy?

I won't let anyone enter!
I'm the master here!

Quickly, hide yourself! It's my breakfast.

Don't forget your sword.

You featherbrain! How careless!

Leaving your sword lying about
in a lady's bedchamber!

Haven't you got better manners?

If I behave too boorishly for you....

If you regret my lack of
experience in such matters...

...then I don't know what you see in me.

Stop philosophizing, my love,
and come here.

Now we'll have breakfast.

Everything has its time.

Marie Therese.

Octavian.

My Bichette!

My Quinquin!

My treasure!

My boy!

The Field Marshal is off to the Croatian forest...

...hunting bears and lynx.

And here am I, a mere boy...

...hunting as well.
How lucky I am!

Don't mention the Field Marshal.
I dreamed about him last night.

Last night, you dreamed of him?

Last night?

I can't control my dreams!

Last night, you dreamed of your husband?

Spare me that look!
I can't help it.

I dreamed he came home unexpectedly.

The courtyard echoed with horses
and people, and there he was!

I woke up in a fright.

See how childish I am!

I still hear the din in the courtyard.

I can't banish it from my ears.
Do you hear it?

Yes, but why must it be your husband?

Remember how far away he is,
in Raitzenland, beyond Esseg.

Is that really so far?

Then it must be someone else.

Everything's fine, then.

But you look so worried, Therese.

Even if he's far away,
the Field Marshal can travel quickly.

Once....

Once what?

Once what?

What happened once?

Calm down!

You don't need to know everything.

How she toys with me!
I am miserable!

Don't sulk. You must go.

It's the Field Marshal.

If it were a stranger,
the noise would be in the anteroom.

It must be my husband, barging into my
dressing room, scolding the lackeys.

Quinquin, it is my husband!

Don't go through the anteroom!
The merchants and lackeys are there!

Too late!
They're already in the dressing room!

Hide yourself!

I'll bar his path!
I'll stay with you!

Hide behind the bed!
In there! And don't move.

If he catches me,
what will become of you?

Hide, my dearest.
Keep perfectly still!

I dare anyone to enter.

I'm no Neapolitan general.
Where I stand, no one passes!

My lackeys are splendid.

They won't let him in.
They're saying I'm asleep.

That voice!

That's not the Field Marshal's voice.

They're calling him "Baron."
It's a stranger.

Quinquin, it's a visitor.

Get dressed quickly, but stay hidden
so the lackeys don't see you.

That loud, boorish voice sounds familiar!
Who is it?

Dear God, it's Baron Ochs,
my cousin from Lerchenau!

Ochs of Lerchenau!
What does he want here?

Good Lord, Quinquin.
Don't you remember?

Five or six days ago,
sitting in my carriage...

...they brought me a letter.

It was from Ochs,
but I never even read it!

And that's all your fault, Quinquin!

Will Your Grace wait in the antechamber?

Barons don't wait in antechambers!

Quinquin, what are you doing?
Where are you hiding?

Forgive me, Your Graceship!

I ain't been in your royal service long.

You're a darling!

And just one little kiss is all I can give you!

My cousin will break down the door!
Hurry and get out.

Slip past the lackeys�you're clever!

Then come back, but in men's clothing,
and by the front door.

Of course Her Grace will receive me!

Pardon me, my pretty child.

I said pardon me, my pretty child.

I hope I haven't hurt you.

Her Ladyship!

Your Lordship is looking splendid.

See, Her Grace is overjoyed to see me.

And why wouldn't she be?

What's an early call
between persons of rank?

Why, I called on Princess Brioche
on many a morning...

...while she sat in her bath,
with nothing but a screen between us!

But I'm shocked that Your Grace's footmen�

Forgive me.
They were merely obeying my orders.

This morning, I had a migraine.

(Pretty thing! Scrumptious girl!)

I'm still not entirely well.

So perhaps my noble cousin
will be kind enough�

Of course!

My maid, a youngster from the country.

I fear she's disturbing Your Grace.

Absolutely adorable!
Not in the least!

Me? Au contraire!

Although Your Grace might
be surprised that I, as a bridegroom�

�A bridegroom?
�Yes, as Your Grace must have read in my letter�

Yes, the letter....

�(A kitten, not yet fifteen!)
�Who's the lucky girl?

Her name escapes me.

(Just a filly! Not yet broken!)

Who's the bride-to-be?

Miss Faninal.

I'm sure I mentioned her name in the letter.

Of course!
What was I thinking?

Her family�they are not from these parts?

They are, Your Grace.
They're a local family.

The Emperor recently
raised them to nobility.

He supplies arms
to our soldiers in the Netherlands.

I see Your Grace's lovely brow
wrinkling at this mismatch.

But let me say,
the girl's pretty as an angel.

She's fresh from the convent, an only child.

They own twelve houses on the Wieden
and a palace by the Court.

And Faninal's health isn't the best.

My dear cousin, I'm getting the gist.

And by Your Grace's leave�

I think there's enough blue blood
in my veins for both of us.

After all, one remains
what one is, damn it all!

We'll make sure my wife
gets the respect she's due.

As for our children,
if they're not granted the golden key...

...they'll settle for the iron keys
to the twelve houses on the Wieden.

Surely, my cousin's children
will be no Don Quixotes!

Don't take the chocolate away!

You, there!

�Off you go!
�I must confess, I'm famished.

Mariandel, come here.
Serve His Lordship.

Famished, Your Grace.

Sitting in the carriage
since five this morning�

(Stay, my sweet.
I have something to tell you.)

All my lackeys, grooms, and huntsmen�

They're all down in the courtyard,
along with my confessor.

(Got another cookie?
Stay awhile, sweet angel!)

We're on our way to the White Horse,
to stay for two days.

(I'd give a pretty penny
for a roll in the hay with you!)

Then we'll move into Faninal's palace.

First, I must send an envoy to my bride.

Wait!

He will commend me to my bride...

...and present her with the silver rose,
as is our noble custom.

Which of our kinsmen
has Your Grace chosen for this honor?

I was so eager for Your Grace's advice...

...that I rushed here in my
traveling clothes to seek your counsel...

...as I mentioned in my letter.

I hate to impose�

Well naturally, you need an envoy...

�...for your first visit as bridegroom.
�(Take me, I'm yours!)

�Kinsmen? But who? Cousin Preysing?
�(You're really something!)

Cousin Lambert? I shall�

I leave it in Your Grace's lovely hands.

Will you dine with me, cousin?

Let's say tomorrow.
By then I'll have a name to suggest.

Your Grace is condescension itself.

(Come back, or I won't leave!)

Stay here, now.

May I be of further service to my cousin?

I'm already indebted.

I'd be grateful if Your Grace would
introduce me to your notary.

It concerns the marriage contract.

My notary is usually here in the morning.

Mariandel, see if he's waiting
in the antechamber.

Why send her? Your Grace deprives
herself of service for my sake.

Let her be, cousin.

No, stay and await Her Grace's orders.
One of the lackeys will be here soon.

Upon my soul, I'd never let such a cherub
hobnob with those vile servants.

Your Lordship is too considerate.

There, didn't I tell you?

He will report to Your Grace.

Struhan, is my notary
waiting in the antechamber?

Your Ladyship, the notary is there...

...along with the steward and the chef.

And His Excellency Silva
sent a singer and a flautist.

Otherwise...the usual riffraff.

Have you ever dined
t�te-�-t�te with a nobleman?

That would open your eyes!
Will you?

That ain't allowed, I bet.

Have them wait.

My cousin, I can see...

...is no monk!

With Your Grace, one feels free.

There's no need for humbug, no fripperies,
no Spanish balderdash!

But now that you're betrothed?

Does that make me a lame duck?

Am I not like a dog on a good scent?

Doubly sharp on the trail
of any prey, left or right!

I see that Your Lordship
pursues it as a profession.

And how! I don't know another
that would suit me better.

I pity Your Grace. You experience only�
how shall I put it?

The defensive position.

Parole d'honneur!
That can't beat the other side!

I'm sure they're quite different.

Any month, any day, I'm always ready...

...to coax a favor from that rascal Cupid.

Man is no rooster, no stag!

Man is lord of all creation,
not ruled by the calendar.

For example, May is a good month
for the game of love.

But I say June's even better,
or July, or August!

Now those are nights!

If only I could be like Jupiter,
blessed with a thousand disguises!

I'd have a use for each of them!

What, even in his bull form?

Would you be so crude?

Wouldn't you prefer to take his cloud form...

...and arrive whispering like a sultry breeze?

It all depends.

Different women like
different ways of being taken.

One may be a docile virgin.
And another�

An ornery she-devil...

...who smashes your skull
against a hefty barn door.

Some women like to be seized,
as the wind seizes new-mown hay.

And some, it's true,
you must stalk like a lynx...

...seizing their milking stool
and giving them a tumble.

But make sure there's a haystack...

...close at hand!

You play the part too well!
Leave her alone.

�I can be virile in any alcove!
�I ain't going with no lordship!

He's scaring me!

Leave her alone!

You're like all other men!

What's he want?

�It's we women who suffer!
�I ain't going with him!

If I like it, I'll have it!

He'll ruin my reputation!

�Leave the child alone!
�I have no shame!

Would Your Grace give me that
young thing to serve my bride-to-be?

What? My little maid?
For what reason?

Your bride must already be
well served without your help.

She's a fine little thing! Damn it�
must be a drop of noble blood in her!

Your Lordship has a sharp eye.

It's fitting that persons of rank
should be served by noble blood.

I myself employ a love child.

A girl? I hope not!

A son, Lerchenau written on his face!
I keep him as my chief lackey.

When Your Grace requests the silver rose,
he'll bring it to you.

I'll be pleased. Mariandel!

Do give me this maid!
I insist on it!

Go bring me the portrait.

(Therese, be careful!)

(Bring it. I know what I'm doing.)

She could be a young princess!

I intend to present my bride
with a copy of my genealogy...

...and a lock of the very first Lerchenau's hair.

He founded many a famous convent...

...and was steward of our family's lands
in Carinthia and Slovenia.

I can suggest a gentleman to be envoy
to your bride, if you'll accept.

I agree, sight unseen.

He's my young cousin...

...Count Octavian Rofrano.

I could wish for none nobler.

I'd be deeply obliged
to the young gentleman.

Look at him.

What a resemblance!

He looks just like her!

I've often thought so, too.

�Octavian?
�Rofrano, the Marquis' younger brother.

She's a Rofrano, by way
of the servant's entrance!

That's why I consider her special, too.

�I always keep her near me.
�Excellent!

Now run along, Mariandel! Quickly!

Tell those waiting in the
antechamber to come in.

�My sweet child...
�Come in!

...give me just a moment.

I'll be back!

We're three poor, noble orphans.

We three poor, noble orphans...

...beg your gracious protection!

Chapeaux by Pamela!

The Queen of Golconda's powder!

Lovely monkeys for Your Ladyship.

And birds from Africa!

Our father died on the field of honor.

Following his example is our goal.

Chapeaux! Wonders of the world!

Little lapdogs, already housebroken!

Your Lordship, I present the notary.

The scandal sheet!
All the latest gossip!

A corpse in the back room
of the Duke's palace!

A wife and her lover poison the husband!

Leave me alone!

Many secrets from around the world!

I don't want to hear it!

Don't bother me with that gossip.

May good fortune always bless
Your Grace's benevolence!

It will be forever etched
in the depths of our hearts!

My heart was well guarded
from the pains of love.

But I was conquered in a flash
by the sight of two lovely eyes.

I was conquered in a flash...

...by two lovely eyes.

Can an arrow of fire melt a heart of ice?

I want a wedding gift,
on top of the dowry. Is that clear?

I'll reclaim the castle
and estate of Gaunersdorf...

...no taxes and full privileges,
as when my late father owned them.

Permit me, most noble Lordship,
the humblest correction.

A wedding gift is from groom to bride,
not from bride to groom.

It must be mandated
and stipulated...legally.

That may be so.

That is so.

But in this special case�

Rules and regulations know no exceptions!

But they ought to!

If one of noble blood
stoops to the marriage bed...

...of a bourgeoise like
Mamsell Faninal. Understand?

We'll make our vows
before God and the world...

...and before Her Imperial Majesty.

So, bloody hell, a wedding gift
is a proper sign of gratitude...

...for the sacrifice of such noble blood.

But so dear is my torment...

...so sweet is my wound.

Perhaps, if the case were separately....

You're a worthless pedant!

I want that estate as a gift!

As a stipulation of the dowry!

As a wedding gift!

Get that into your thick skull!

As a gift ipso facto?

A wedding gift!

My dear Hippolyte, today you've
made an old woman of me.

Dismiss them all.

Your Grace needs something,
anything, I can help.

Who are you?

Your Grace's face speaks with no words,
like a statue of Jupiter.

Your Grace, hire us as your servants!

Uncle and niece. Two for one!

�Your Grace got a young bride.
�How do you know that?

You're jealous�or will be!

Every step, every coach ride she takes,
every letter she gets, we'll be watching!

We'll be watching!
In the corner, in the chimney!

Behind the bed, the bureau, the closet,
under the roof, we'll be there!

Your Grace won't regret it!

What a beehive Vienna is!
Here's a test. You know Mariandel?

Her Grace's maid?

�Do you know what he wants?
�Nothing!

Yes! My niece will
take care of this, Your Grace!

We'll be there!

May I introduce the counterpart
to your chambermaid?

The likeness is, they say, unmistakable.

Leopold, bring the casket!

I congratulate Your Lordship.

Now, here's the silver rose.

Leave it inside.
Be kind enough to place it there.

Perhaps your maid should see to it.

No, leave her alone.
She has no time now.

But rest assured,
if I ask Count Octavian, he will do it.

As Your Lordship's cavalier,
he'll present the rose to your bride.

Just leave it there.

And now, noble cousin, I bid you adieu.
It's time to leave now.

I must go to church.

Your Grace's kindness
has deeply humbled me today.

There he goes...

...that pompous, wretched man!

He claims a pretty young thing,
and heaps of money, too...

...as if it's his right!

And he imagines that he's
the one who's lowering himself.

But why should I be upset?

It's just the way of the world.

I remember another girl...

...fresh from the convent,
who was forced into holy matrimony.

Where is she now?

"Where are the snows of yesteryear?"

I say that...

...but how can it really be?

Once I was "Little Resi"...

...but one day I'll be an old woman.

The old lady...the old Marschallin.

"Look, there goes old Princess Resi!"

How can such a thing happen?

How can the dear Lord do this?

When I am still...

...the same person?

And if God must do this...

...why must he let me see it...

...so terribly clearly?

Why doesn't he hide it from me?

It's all a mystery.

Such a mystery.

And that is our lot.

We must endure it.

But it is "how" we do so...

...that makes all the difference.

Ah, you're back again?

You seem sad.

It's already passed.

You know the way I am.

Half the time smiling,
half the time sad.

I can't command my moods.

I know why you're sad.

You had a scare and felt anxious.

Am I not right? Admit it!

You were anxious, my love, for my sake!

A bit, perhaps.
But I've collected myself.

I said to myself, this will not do,
and wasn't I right?

And there was no Field Marshal,
only a ridiculous cousin!

And you belong to me!

Don't embrace me too much.
He who embraces too much holds nothing fast.

Say that you're mine!

Be gentle, now!
Be sensible, and good.

Please! Don't be like all other men.

Other men?

Like the Field Marshal, and my cousin Ochs.

Just don't be like other men are!

I don't know how other men are.

I only know that I love you.

Bichette, they've changed you.

Where is my Bichette?

She's very much here, dear boy.

Is she really here?

Then I'll hold her,
so she won't escape me again!

I'll seize her, so she
knows she belongs to me!

For I am hers, and she is mine!

Be good, Quinquin!

I'm feeling�

I'm feeling the fragility of all mortal things.

Deep in my heart,
I feel we cannot hold onto anything.

It all slips through our fingers.

Everything we grasp at dissolves.

Everything fades away, like mist or dreams.

My God, what you're saying....

You only want to prove
that you don't belong to me.

Come now, be good, Quinquin!

Now I must even console the boy...

...because, sooner or later,
he will leave me.

Sooner or later?

Who put those words in your mouth today?

Do these words hurt you so?

There's nothing you can do,
Quinquin, about the passing of time.

Time is a strange thing.

At first, we live our lives
and time means nothing.

But then, suddenly,
you're aware of nothing else.

It's all around us, and also within us.

It seeps into our faces.

It trickles across the mirror
and flows across my temples.

It also flows between me and you...

...silently, as in an hourglass.

Oh, Quinquin!

Yet at times I can hear it,
flowing inexorably.

Sometimes I awaken
in the middle of the night.

I go to all the clocks...
and I stop them.

Yet one must not be afraid of time.

Even time is a creation of the Father...

...who created us all.

My dearest love, must you
make yourself so miserable?

When you have me,
when my fingers are entwined with yours?

When my eyes seek yours?

You have me...

...and still you feel so sad?

Quinquin, today or tomorrow
you'll leave me for another...

...who is younger and prettier than me.

You're pushing me away with words
because your hands can't do it!

The day will come all by itself.

Today or tomorrow,
the day will come, Octavian.

Not today, not tomorrow.
I love you.

If such a day must come...

...I won't think about it.
What a terrible day!

I don't want to see that day!

I don't want to think of that day!

Why do you torment yourself,
and me, Therese?

Today or tomorrow, or the next day.

I don't wish to torment you, my dear.

I'm only speaking the truth.

Speaking to myself as much as to you.

I want to make it easier for you and for me.

We must take it lightly.
Be light of heart and light of hand...

...holding and taking,
holding and letting go.

Those who do not...

...are punished by life.

And God has no mercy on them.

You're talking like a priest today!

Does this mean that
I may never again kiss you...

...kiss you until you are breathless?

Quinquin, you must go now.

You must leave me.

I must go to church.

Then I'll go visit
my sick old Uncle Greifenklau.

I'll have lunch with him.

It will make the old man happy.

And in the afternoon...

...I'll send you...

...a message, Quinquin.

I'll let you know...

...if I'm going to the Prater.

And if I go, and if you wish...

...you may come to the Prater.

And ride beside my carriage.

Now be good and do as I say.

As you command, Bichette.

I didn't even kiss him!

Run after the Count and
beg him for another word.

I let him go without even kissing him!

�The Count is gone.
�He mounted right by the door.

�His groom was waiting.
�He rounded the corner like the wind!

�We shouted and ran after him.
�But it was too late!

Very well. You may go.

Mohammed!

Take this.

You don't know where to go.

Take it to Count Octavian.

Tell him the silver rose is inside.

The Count will understand.

A solemn day!

A great day,
a day of honor, a sacred day!

The new carriage has arrived.

It has sky-blue curtains
and four dapple greys!

It's high time Your Grace left.

The father of the bride,
as decorum demands...

...must leave before the
Silver Rose Cavalier arrives.

In God's name!

It would be unseemly for you
to meet him at the door.

I'll return with your
future husband on my arm.

The noble and mighty Lord of Lerchenau!

In this solemn hour,
in which Thou, my Creator...

...exalts me beyond my merit,
and leads me into holy wedlock.

He's getting in.
His men jump in behind him.

I dedicate my heart to Thee in all humility.

All the windows are crowded with spectators.

I must awaken humility
in myself and act humbly.

Half the city is gathered outside.

I will humbly renounce sin...

...rejecting weakness and temptation.

On the seminary balcony�the priests!

An old man is sitting on the lamppost.

My mother is dead, and I'm all alone.

I stand by myself.

But marriage is a holy estate.

Rofrano! Rofrano!

He's arriving!

There are two coaches.
The first, with four horses, is empty.

In the second, drawn by six horses,
sits the Rose Cavalier.

I shall never be boastful
about my new rank.

What are they shouting?

The name of the Rose Cavalier...

...and the names of all
your new noble relatives.

The servants are lining up.

The footmen jump from the coach.

Will they receive my bridegroom
as grandly when he arrives?

They've opened the carriage door.
He steps out!

How dashing he looks in his uniform.

Like an angel from Heaven!

Dear God in Heaven!
I know that pride is a grievous sin...

...but I can't humble myself
right now. I just can't!

It's all so beautiful!

I am greatly honored
to present to this noble bride...

...in the name of my cousin,
the Lord of Lerchenau...

...this rose, the token of his love.

I am most obliged to Your Lordship.

Yes, I am eternally grateful to Your Lordship.

It has a strong fragrance,
like a real rose.

Yes, there's a drop of Persian attar in it.

How heavenly, not earthly.

Like roses from Paradise!

Don't you agree?

It's like a greeting from Heaven.

The fragrance is almost too strong to bear.

It draws me, like a cord
around my heart.

Where have I ever been
so happy, so very happy?

And where have I been so happy?

I must return there!

�Even if I die on the way!
�I was a mere boy before I knew her.

Who am I, then?

�But why think of death?
�How did I reach her?

�Death is far away.
�How did she reach me?

�All time and eternity rest...
�Were I not a man, I'd lose my senses.

...rest in this blissful moment.

And I will not forget it until the day I die.

I already know you quite well,
mon cousin!

You know me, ma cousine?

Yes, from the book of family trees,
"The Mirror of Honor in Austria."

I read it in bed every night.

I look for my noble future relatives in it.

You do, ma cousine?

I know how old Your Lordship is�
seventeen years and two months.

I know all your Christian names.

Octavian...

Maria Ehrenreich...
Bonaventura Fernand...

...Hyacinth.

Better than I know them myself!

I know something else.

What else do you know?
Tell me, ma cousine.

Quinquin.

You know that name?

Your good friends call you that, I've heard.

And pretty ladies...

...with whom you're...close friends.

I'm glad I'm getting married!
Would you like to marry, too?

Or haven't you thought
about it yet, mon cousin?

Think of it!
It's very different from being single.

(How lovely she is!)

You're a man, of course,
and men are what they are.

But I must have a husband
before I can be anything.

For this, I'm greatly indebted
to my husband.

(How lovely and good she is!
I'm so confused.)

I will bring him no disgrace.
And as for my rank and precedence�

If any woman tries to slight me,
I won't tolerate any disrespect.

I'll box her ears!
I'll show her...

...that I'm nobler, and would rather
suffer anything than such an insult.

How can you think that
anyone would ever insult you?

You'll always be the loveliest of all!

Are you laughing at me,
mon cousin?

How could you think that?

You may laugh at me if you wish.

From you, I'd accept anything.

For never has a young gentleman...

...delighted me as you do.

Here comes my future husband.

I present, Your Grace,
your bride-to-be.

Delicious! My compliments, sir.

A dainty wrist. Most important!

And a rare thing among the bourgeoisie!

(My blood is boiling!)

Meet our faithful duenna,
Marianne Leitmetzerin, who�

Never mind that.

Let's greet my Rose Cavalier.

What manners!

He acts like he's examining
a horse he's bought.

A true gentleman behaves
as freely as he likes.

Remember who he is,
and what he'll make of you.

It's amazing how this young man
resembles somebody.

He has a bastard for a sister.
It's no secret among persons of rank.

I heard it from the Marschallin's own lips.

And since Faninal's now part of the family�

You needn't be embarrassed, Rofrano,
that your father was a Don Juan.

He's in good company, the late Marquis.

I can't exclude myself.

Is this to your liking?
It's an old Tokai.

Superb, Faninal!
You know what's what!

You serve an old Tokai...

...to honor a young girl!

I'm very pleased with you.

You must always show
these nouveaux riches...

...that they're not our equals.

Always affect some condescension.

I'm in awe of Your Lordship's
worldly manners.

You could be an ambassador.

I'll go and fetch the girl.
We'll make some conversation.

I'll see how well-bred she is.

Eh bien! Now chat with us,
me and cousin 'Tavi.

Tell us what excites you
most about marriage.

What are you thinking?

What am I thinking?

Come closer and I'll tell you
what I'm thinking!

Perhaps you'd prefer
that I act more formally?

Saying "mille pardons"
and "your devoted servant"?

Yes, I'd like it better!

But I wouldn't!

As you can see, not a bit!

�A Lerchenau is touching my Sophie...
�I believe in no-nonsense chivalry!

�...as if they were already married!
�(I'd like to run him through, in a dark alley!)

And there stands a Rofrano.

Stop it!
We're not that intimate!

Embarrassed in front of cousin 'Tavi?

In Paris, the very school for manners,
nothing happens between fianc�s...

...to which spectators aren't invited.

(Must I watch this boor?)

If only the Viennese snobs
could see them flirting.

(If only I could escape!)

Stop your fussing.
You're mine now!

I'd give the best town house
in Lerchenfeld for that!

Everything's fine.

Be good, now!

It's all going like clockwork!

She's just my type!
Shoulders like a pullet.

Skinny as a whippet...but no matter.

And pale, with a glow that I fancy!

I do have the luck of the Lerchenaus!

She's a real hell-cat!

Does blood rush to your cheeks
enough to burn my hand?

Keep your hands to yourself!

He's presumptuous, that Baron!

This couldn't be better!

Sighing and tenderness
wouldn't make me half as happy!

I'm not trying to make you happy!

You will, like it or not!

(I can't take much more of this!)

If the townsfolk could see them!

No man has ever spoken to me like that!

Just what do you think you are to me?

Overnight, you'll learn what I am to you.

Just as the song says.
Do you know my little song?

I shall be your all!

With me, no room will be too small for you.

Without me, every day will be sad for you.

With me, no night will be too long for you!

(This is torture!
It's driving me insane!)

(This one hour is punishment
enough for all my sins!)

Really and truly!
I've got the luck of the Lerchenaus!

Nothing in the world excites me more...

...than a beautiful, defiant girl!

Now I've some business to tend to.

You'll excuse me for a moment.

Meanwhile, cousin 'Tavi
will keep you company.

If you please, my son-in-law, a moment?

Of course, I please!

I've no objection if you want
to flirt with her a bit.

She's still a bluenose.
You'll do me a favor to loosen her up.

She's like a young, unbroken horse.

In the end, it will benefit her husband...

...provided he knows
how to use his marital privilege.

Are you going to marry
that man, ma cousine?

Not for the world!
If only we were alone, so I could ask you....

What would you ask me?

I'd ask for your help.

But you're his cousin.

I call him cousin out of courtesy.
I never saw him before yesterday!

Lerchenau's men are drunk on brandy.

They're molesting our maids!
They have no respect!

Fetch our lackeys! Where are they?

I'd place my trust in you, mon cousin...

...more than anyone,
if you were inclined to help me.

First you must help yourself,
then I will help you.

Do that, then I will do something for you.

What must I do?

Surely you must know.

And what will you do for me?

Tell me now.

You must, on your own,
stand up for both of us.

For both of us?
Oh, say that again!

For both of us.

Never in my life have I heard
anything so lovely!

For you and me, you must
defend yourself and remain...

...what you are.

With your eyes full of tears, you come to me.

I'd like to hide from the world with you.

�In fear, you lean on me.
�Hold me in your arms...

�...then nothing can frighten me.
�Your heart is despondent.

�I'd remain in your arms.
�How can I show you...

�...show you my friendship?
�I'd be safe as a bird in the branches.

�Holding you is sheer bliss.
�Gazing up at you...

�...I should be fearful.
�You answer me, but silently.

�Instead, I feel pure joy!
�How did this come to be?

I cannot express it in words.

�Have I done any wrong?
�Words can't express it.

�I was in dire need.
�Did you come to me out of need?

�I saw you there...
�Was it only out of need?

�...with your handsome face.
�You brought me your all.

�Your heart, your lovely face.
�Your clear, bright eyes.

�Since I looked upon your dear face...
�Somewhere, in a lovely dream...

�...I don't know myself anymore.
�...has this already happened?

�Stay with me!
�Do you feel as I do?

�Grant me your protection.
�My heart and soul!

�What you desire, I'll do.
�My heart remains with you.

Grant me your protection!

My heart and soul!

�What you desire, I'll do.
�My heart remains with you.

Baron von Lerkenau!

Run and get His Grace!
I'll hold the young man!

If I let go of the girl, she'll run away!

Baron von Lerkenau!

Come see your bride
with a young gentleman!

Come quick, come here!

Eh bien, mamsell.

What have you to say to me?

Well, make up your mind!

My God, what shall I say?

He won't understand me.

We shall see.

I must inform Your Lordship
that your affairs have undergone...

...an important change.

A change?
Not that I know of.

You will learn of it now.

The young lady�

You don't waste a minute,
even at age seventeen!

I must congratulate you!

I can see myself in him!

I have to laugh at that rascal,
that young pup!

The young lady�

So she's been struck mute
and you're speaking for her?

The young lady�

No, I can't open my mouth.
Speak for me.

�The young lady....
�The young lady, the young lady!

This is like a cheap comedy!

Now run along,
before I lose my patience.

The young lady�

To be brief, the young lady...

...doesn't like you!

Don't you worry.
She'll soon learn to like me.

Come, it's time for you
to sign the marriage papers.

�Not for all the world!
�Don't you understand German?

�The young lady has decided.
�He's no gentleman!

She won't marry you, now or ever!

Enough of this girlish chatter.

Now come!

Come along! We'll go to your father
by the shortest route.

I challenge you to meet me
outside in the garden!

That's not convenient right now.

We mustn't keep the notary waiting.
It would be an insult to the bride.

You have a thick skull!
You're not entering that room!

I'll tell you to your face.
You're a thief, a fortune hunter!

A liar! A scoundrel,
without decency or honor!

And if necessary,
I'll teach you a lesson on the spot!

That teenage Viennese whelp
has a nasty tongue!

Praise God, in this city, everyone knows
the man who stands before you.

Including His Imperial Majesty!

I don't have to prove anything to anybody.

Now clear the way for me.

I'd hate to involve my men here.

You dare to involve
your underlings in our dispute?

Draw your sword, or God help you!

My God, what will happen now?

Draw, or I'll run you through!

In front of a lady! Shame!

Murder! I'm bleeding! Help me!

Murderer!

My blood is burning!

Get a doctor!
Bring bandages! Call the police!

I'll bleed to death!

Detain him!

�Police!
�We'll skin him alive!

Bring balm and salve!

Grab his sword! Strike him dead!

The young gentleman and the bride
were secretly intimate.

Somebody's wounded? Who?

Such confusion!

The bridegroom's wounded?

�It's a battlefield here!
�Keep them away from me!

I can explain everything!

The one dressed in white is the attacker!

The Rose Cavalier?

They fought over her?

I can stand the sight of blood any time...

...except when it's my own!

What a terrible day!
What a catastrophe!

The young gentleman and the bride....

What a scandal!

We caught them for the Baron.

Son-in-law, how are you feeling?

That this should happen in my city palace!

Run for the doctor!

Flog my best horses to death!

Did no servants come to stop this?

Do I feed a bunch of strapping lackeys
to have such a disgrace occur...

...in my brand-new city palace?

I am truly appalled.

I never expected such behavior
from Your Lordship.

Pardon me.

I'm terribly upset by this incident,
but I'm not to blame.

At a more opportune time,
Your Lordship will hear the whole story...

...from your daughter's lips.

I'd like to hear it now.

As you command, Father.

I'll tell you everything.

That gentleman has not
behaved as he should.

Are you speaking
of your future husband?

I hope not.
That's bad manners.

I don't consider him
my future husband.

You don't consider him�

Not any longer.
So I ask your gracious pardon.

She doesn't consider him...?

Not any longer...?

My pardon...?

He's lying there wounded.

And she's standing there with...

...that stripling.

Scandal!

The marriage is ruined!

How all the stuffed shirts
on the Wieden will gloat!

Where's the doctor?
Ochs will probably die on me.

You'll marry him!

I humbly beg Your Lordship,
leave here and never return.

You'll marry him, and if he bleeds to death...

...you'll marry his corpse!

I won't marry him, alive or dead!

I'll lock myself in my room first.

Lock yourself in!
I'll have you dragged to the coach!

I'll jump out on the way to the church!

You'll jump out? I'll restrain you!

At the altar, I'll answer "No"
instead of "Yes"!

"No" instead of "Yes"!
I'll lock you in a convent!

The sooner the better!

Forever!

I beg your forgiveness.

I'm not a bad child!

Forgive me, just this once!

Forever!

Don't worry, my love.
You'll hear from me soon!

Forever!

Out of your father's sight!

What a relief!
I must embrace Your Lordship!

The trollop! Into the convent!

Or prison!

For the rest of her life!

All right.

Is there something to drink?

Wine? Beer?
A Hippocras with ginger?

A noble lord...

...so terribly abused!
A noble lord.

In my city palace!

She'll marry him all the sooner!

I'm man enough!

All right.

I'm man enough!

I kiss your hand for your
kindness and indulgence.

My house is at your disposal.

I'll run, I'll fetch!

A convent's too good for you!

Have no worries!

You'll have your satisfaction.

Here I sit.

The things that can happen to an aristocrat...

...in the city of Vienna!

This isn't for me.

It's much too dangerous here.

I'd rather be home.

Bloody hell!

That damned whippersnapper!
Still a pup, and playing with swords!

Italian roughneck!

Just wait till I catch you!

I'll lock you in a kennel, I swear!

In a chicken coop!

In a pigpen!

I'll thrash you!

You'll hear the angels sing!

If I catch you under the table...

...I'll fix you, Italian roughneck!

Pour me some, quickly!

And yet, I have to laugh at how that
teenage snot-nose sees the world!

He thinks he's thwarted me!

It's just the opposite!

Not for anything...

...that girl's rebellious tantrum�

I wouldn't miss it!

Nothing in the world...

...excites and invigorates me as much...

...as some real defiance!

Just wait, we'll slice him up, the roughneck!

Doctor, you go on ahead.

Have them make me up a featherbed.

I'll just finish my drink.

Meanwhile, you go on.

A featherbed.

Two more hours till dinner.

It's an eternity.

Without me, every day will be sad for you.

With me, no night will be too long for you.

For me?

From "you-know-who."

And who would that be?

Delivered secretly, by my own hand.

Give me some air!

Show me the letter.

Where's my monocle?
Never mind!

Can you read it?

"Mister Gentleman,
I'm free tomorrow evening."

"I sure did like you,
but I was shy in front of Her Graceship..."

"...'cause I'm still so young."

"You know me�Mariandel,
a chambermaid in love!"

"In case Your Graceship forgot my name."

"I wait for your answer."

She waits for my answer.

Just like clockwork!
I'm right at home here!

There's a certain style to it!

I really do have the luck
of the Lerchenaus!

Return after dinner,
and I'll give you a written reply.

As you command, sir.

Don't forget the messenger!

Without me, every day will be sad for you.

Don't forget the messenger!

Enough!

With me, no night will be too long for you.

Later...when it's all over.

"I wait for your answer."

Off with you now.

Have a pen and ink sent to my room.
I'll dictate my reply.

No night will be too long for you.

No night will be too long for you.

Any further orders, Your Grace?

More light?

�A bigger room?
�More silver?

Forget it!
I don't want to turn her head!

Why the music? I didn't order it.

Shall I bring them in?

Or have them stay in the anteroom?

Leave the music where it was.

What sort of window is that?

A mock window.

Should I begin serving?

What do these busybodies want?

To serve you, Lordship.

I don't need anyone!

Get lost!

My valet will serve.

And I myself will pour.

Understand?

You're a good fellow.

If you knock a little off the bill,
you can pocket the difference.

They charge a fortune here!

No, no.

I ain't drinkin' no wine!

What's that, sweetie?
Don't be difficult.

No, no...I ain't staying here.

You're driving me mad!

I know what you're thinkin',
you naughty man!

I swear by my patron saint!

Jesus and Mary!
This bed is huge!

Who's gonna sleep here?

You'll soon see!

Come, now.

Now sit down and behave.
Our meal will be here soon.

Aren't you hungry?

Oh, poor me!
You're already engaged!

Forget that nonsense!

You're with a gentleman.

Not some commoner.

A gentleman leaves anything
that's inconvenient outside the door.

Here you see neither
a bridegroom nor a chambermaid.

Here sits a lover,
at supper with his beloved.

It's the same face!

That damn boy!

He haunts me, waking and sleeping!

Whadd'ya mean?

You look like someone I know�
a damned scoundrel!

I never heard such a thing!

What's wrong with you?

What was that?

Didn't you see him?

There is nothing!

There is nothing?

And there is also nothing?

There is my face.

There is your face...and here is nothing.

I'm not feeling well.

What beautiful music!

My favorite song. Know it?

It's making me cry!

'Cause it's so beautiful!

Really?

You should be jolly!

Music should get your blood flowing!

Do you feel it now?

Of course, you can do
anything you like with me...

...anything at all.

Do anything you like with me!

It always ends up like this.

Yes, always the same.

You set your heart on something...

...but it never�it just ain't worth it.

What? Certainly, it's worth it!

Time flies like the wind.

And soon we'll both be dead.

We're just humans.

Can't do nothin' about it.

Nobody'll cry for us, not for you...

...and not for me.

Does wine always make you like this?

Maybe your bodice
is squeezing your heart!

I'm feeling a bit stuffy myself.

There! And there!

There! And there! And there!

It's him! My husband!

�What's going on?
�This room is haunted!

It's my husband!

I claim him!

God is my witnessand you, too!

Get the law! The judge!

The Empress must give you back to me!

What does this harridan want?

And what does he want?
And them?

To the devil with this infernal room!

Leopold, think!

She looks familiar.

Anton von Lerchenau,
God is watching us.

�They've all got doubles!
�Papa!

Your own flesh and blood!

�Children, your papa!
�Get rid of them!

�You sent for Faninal?
�He'll be here soon!

�Stop this! I never touched her!
�Bigamy's no joke!

The police aren't merciful!

Bigamy? Police?

Throw out that old nag!

Call the police!

Are they all in league against me?

Is this a circus?

Police! Come help a person of rank!

My respectable establishment!
Such disgrace!

Stop!

Nobody move!

(Just leave this to me.)

Who called for help?
Who's causing trouble here?

Everything's under control.

I'm pleased. Things in Vienna
always run like clockwork.

Clear out this rabble.
I want to dine in peace!

Who are you, sir?
What gives you authority?

Are you the proprietor?

Then kindly be quiet
until you're questioned.

Where's the proprietor?

I commend myself
to the chief commissioner.

This place commends you poorly.
Explain, now!

Commissioner, sir, the Baron�

�That bald man? Where's his wig?
�I'm looking for it!

That's Baron von Lerchenau.

Anyone here who'll vouch for you?

My secretary, an Italian.

Sorry, I know nothing!
Maybe he's the Baron, maybe not!

Lying Italian scum!

Control yourself!

�Mother of God! Holy Mary!
�Who is this girl?

She's under my protection.

You'll soon need protection yourself!

What's this girl doing here?

Are you trying to lead a young girl astray?

You've got a lot to answer for!
What's your business with her?

Tell me quickly.

I'm gonna drown myself!

Proprietor, explain!

What kind of establishment is this?

When persons of rank dine here...

...they also tend to....

That's quite enough for now!

I'll count to three, then you'll tell me
why this young girl is here.

And you'd better not try
to deceive me with lies.

Well then, I'll tell you.

This is Miss Faninal, my fianc�e.

Daughter of the noble Herr von Faninal.

At your service!

What do you want with me?
You're a sight!

I didn't expect to be called
to such a vulgar place at this hour!

Who called you here?

That's a stupid question, son-in-law!

Your messengers nearly
broke down my door...

...begging me to hurry here
to help you out of a nasty situation...

...that you innocently fell into.

Who's this gentleman?
What's he talking about?

Nothing important.
He's just an acquaintance, a guest here.

Your name, sir?

I am the Baron von Faninal.

Do you recognize this man
as your son-in-law?

Why shouldn't I?
Just because he's missing his hair?

And you recognize this man
as your father-in-law?

Why, so he is!
I haven't been feeling quite myself.

I can't trust my own eyes.
Something in the air gives me congestion.

Do you deny this is your daughter?

My daughter?
That slut claims to be my daughter?

Call my daughter!
She's downstairs in the carriage.

You'll pay dearly!
I'll haul you to court!

Papa! Papa!

What's this, now?

A fraud! I don't even know that hag!
She claims she was married to me!

If that's true,
then Pilate was a true believer.

The bride! What a scandal!

Here's your bridegroom,
and his family, too.

A wife and children,
and a hussy on the side too.

He claimed she was you!

Couldn't you just sink into
the earth and die? I could!

I'm delighted!
I never accepted him as my groom!

Never accepted him?

What of my good name?
Over my dead body!

No dog will take a crumb of bread from me!

What a scandal!

All of Vienna is here!
Oh, no! The scandal sheet!

A scandal for Herr von Faninal!

All of Vienna's coming out of the woodwork!

You lowlife!

I feel sick! A chair, please!

I assume the matter is cleared up now.

I'll pay, and I'll go.

I'll see you home now.

Oh, no you don't.
I have some questions for you.

Commissioner, I have testimony,
but the Baron mustn't hear it.

I don't even know that female.
I was just starting supper.

I have no idea what she wanted.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have called the police.

What's going on?
Can this be happening?

The scoundrel!
That's the police for you!

She's just a girl! A virgin!

She's under my protection!
I'll complain!

I'll have plenty to say about this!

I must get to her!

Her royal Ladyship,
the Princess Marschallin!

Lucky for me!

I hardly merit your favor.

(Marie Therese!)

Your presence here is a
supreme act of friendship.

Your Ladyship, your obedient servant,
Under-Commissioner of the city.

You see, Mr. Commissioner,
Her Ladyship herself has taken my part.

Do you know me?
I believe I know you.

�At least, I think I do.
�Very well!

Weren't you the Field Marshal's fine orderly?

At your service, Your Ladyship!

Stay back there, blast you!

I hadn't planned on this,
Marie Therese. I'm amazed.

I have a message from my father.

This isn't the time, dammit!

Can't you wait till you're called?
Should I introduce you in a saloon?

This is the young lady who....

Not so hasty, Rofrano.

I can guess who she is.

I find her charming.

You'll never introduce me to anyone!

I'll have nothing more to do with you!

And my father bids me tell you,
if you dare to come...

...within a hundred paces
of our city palace...

...you'll have only yourself to blame
for the consequences!

That's my father's message!

�Bloody hell! What ill-bred speech!
�As you deserve!

�Hey, Faninal, I'll�
�Don't you dare!

But I'm willing to forgive
and forget what's happened.

Leave well enough alone and disappear!

At once!

How's that?

Preserve your dignity and leave.

Make the best of a bad situation.

Then you may retain
some degree of stature.

You see, Commissioner,
the whole thing was just...

...a charade, nothing more.

That's sufficient. I'll withdraw.

(A charade...and nothing more?)

But I don't want to leave!

Mon cousin, make him understand.

By your leave.

Who? What?

His Grace Count Rofrano.
Who else?

So that's it.

I've had enough of that face!

So my eyes didn't deceive me!

He's a man, all right!

It was a Viennese masquerade,
and nothing more.

(A masquerade? Nothing more?)

They're all in league against me!

I wouldn't really have let you...

...lead my darling Mariandel astray.

Just now I'm feeling a bit resentful.

Toward men...in general, of course.

Damnation!

I can't believe it!

The Field Marshal.

Octavian.

Mariandel.

The Marschallin...Octavian.

I don't know what to think
of this whole quid pro quo!

You are, I believe, a gentleman?

Then you will think absolutely nothing.

That is...

...what I expect of you.

I'm so charmed by your finesse,
I can't even say how much!

Well, no Lerchenau was ever a spoilsport!

I find the whole affair delightful!

And I'll be needing
your protection all the more.

I'm willing to forgive
and forget what's happened.

Eh bien, may I tell Faninal?

You may.
You may leave without another word.

Do you not understand
when a matter is finished?

The engagement,
the marriage settlement, everything.

It's finished, as of this moment.

Everything to do with it is finished,
as of this moment.

Finished? As of this moment?

Finished? As of this moment?

It's all quite finished.

It's all quite finished.

Leopold, let's go!

"I really have the luck of the Lerchenaus!"

"Return after dinner,
and I'll give you a written reply."

Papa! Papa!

Pardon me, Your Grace!

These bills, these charges!

"I really have the luck of the Lerchenaus!"

Two hours of dinner music.

For the coach!

We drove the hell out of those horses!

Excuse me, Your Grace!

For the music...the coach...the horses!

Get out of my way!

(Dear God, it was only a charade?)

(I see him standing there with her, and I am�)

I never planned this, Marie Therese.

Do you wish...shouldn't I...
the young lady...her father....

Go quickly, and do as your heart bids you.

Therese, I don't know.

Go and pay her court.

�I swear to you....
�Just let it be.

I don't understand what you mean.

Just like a man! Go to her.

As you command.

Have you no friendly word for me?

Not a glance, not a smile?

Your Grace's friendship and assistance
led me to expect something else.

�Are you not happy?
�I have no reason to be.

Didn't we get rid of your bridegroom?

That would have been fine,
if it had ended differently.

I'm deeply ashamed.

I can hardly imagine what
Her Ladyship must think of me.

I swear to you,
by my soul, my happiness�

�Let me go.
�I won't let you go!

My father needs me.

I need you even more!

That's easy to say.

Today, tomorrow, or the next day.

I love you so!

�Didn't I predict this?
�I was foolish to believe that.

�It happens to every woman.
�It was all a game.

�Forget me!
�I think only of you!

Didn't I make a vow...

Let everything else vanish!

...to bear this with a calm heart?

Today or tomorrow or the next day.

How I love your sweet face!

The Princess is calling you.

Go to her.

I must go see how Father is.

I must say something, but words fail me.

The poor boy is confused,
caught in the middle.

Stay here, please!

Did you say something?

Have you fallen in love with him so quickly?

I don't know what Your Grace means.

Your pale face is answer enough.

It's no wonder I'm pale, Your Grace.
Father's health has given me a scare.

Not to mention my ordeal
with the scandalous baron.

I'm eternally obliged to Your Grace
for your help and concern.

You needn't talk so much.
You're pretty enough.

I think I have a cure
for your father's ailment.

I'll go see him now.

I'll invite him, you, and the Count
to ride home with me in my coach.

Don't you think that will cheer him a bit?

Your Grace is kindness itself.

As for those pale cheeks,
perhaps my cousin knows the remedy.

Marie Therese, how good you are.

Marie Therese, I don't know....

I don't know, either.

Not a thing.

Marie Therese.

I vowed to love him...

...in the right way...

...even to love his love for another.

I almost feel as if I'm in church.

Something has happened.
Can it be?

But I didn't expect it so soon.

Yet I feel unholy, too.

Even the inevitable remains hard to grasp.

�I want to ask...
�I tremble with admiration.

...but cannot ask the question.

I'd like to kneel before this lady.

Have I broken a vow?

I must accept this, but don't understand.

I feel as if she's giving him to me,
yet withholds some part of him.

I dare not ask her what has passed.

There he stands and here I stand.

With that young girl, he'll be happy.

I see only you, feel only you.

He'll be as happy as any man can be.

So be it.

This must be a dream.
It can't be true that we are together.

Together for all time, for eternity!

There was a house where you lived,
and they sent me there...

...where I found my bliss!

How wise they were.

I'm awestruck,
as if I'm standing at Heaven's gate.

Hold me! I'm so weak, I may faint.

Young people are always the same.

Yes, yes.

I feel only you and you alone...

...now that you are here with me.

All else passes like a dream
through my mind.

I feel you alone.

I feel you alone.