I Pagliacci

Can I?

Can I?

Ladies and gentlemen, forgive me for introducing myself.

I am the Prologue.

As the author brings up the old masks...

he wants to revive some of the ancient customs.

So he sent me to you.

But not to tell you, as before...

that our tears are feigned.

Do not be alarmed by our suffering.

No.

The author has rather sought to paint a slice of life.

His only principle is that the artist is a man.

And that it is for men that he must write.

And he was inspired by a true story.

A nest of memories...

was singing someday deep in his soul.

And he wrote with real tears...

his sobs marking the measure.

Also will you see love as in real life.

You will see the sad fruits of hatred.

You will hear sorrow, cries of anger...

and cynical laughter.

Rather than thinking...

our poor costumes of histrions...

consider our souls.

Because we are human, flesh and bone.

We breathe the air of this orphan world...

just like you.

Now that I've explained the concept to you, listen to its implementation.

Come on, start!

They are the.

They are back. It's Paillasse.

All laugh at his antics.

See how serious he is.

He greets, then plays the bass drum.

Whipping the donkey, Harlequin.

Place, here it is.

Long live Paillasse.

Long live the king of clowns.

Your good mood removes the hassle.

All laugh at his antics.

And he looks so serious.

Thank you. Can I...

When is the show?

Enough, it's deafening.

Can I speak?

Let's silence and listen.

At twenty-three hours, you will see a great show...

designed by your humble servant.

You will see the torments of the brave Paillasse.

And how he takes revenge.

You will see Tonio's carcass tremble, and all his intrigues.

Honor us with your presence...

ladies and gentlemen.

At twenty-three hours.

We will be there, keep us in good spirits.

At twenty-three hours.

Out of here!

Take this for your gallantry.

Bravo!

You'll pay me, scoundrel.

Why do not you come for a drink with us?

With pleasure - Wait for me.

I am coming too.

He, Tonio.

Are you coming?

I brush the little donkey. I catch you.

Be careful, he wants to be alone...

to woo Nedda.

Do you think?

Believe me, it's not better play it with me.

Whether T onio or another.

Theater and life are not the same thing.

And if, on stage, Paillasse...

surprises his wife with his gallant...

he declares a beautiful sermon.

Then he calms down...

or succumbs to a caning.

And the audience laughs heartily.

But if Nedda really cheated on me...

it would be different, I assure you.

Believe me, it's not better play it with me.

I am troubled.

Are you serious?

Me? Of course not.

I love my wife.

Pipes. Everyone goes to the church.

They play to accompany couples...

who go to vepres.

The bells call us.

But remember...

at twenty-three hours.

Let's go.

The bell of vepres rings.

Let's go quickly to the church, two by two.

The sun touches the hills.

Our mothers have the eye on us.

Everything is full of light and love.

But old people watch the shameless lovers.

What a flame in his eyes!

I lower my eyes lest he read my secret thoughts.

Ah, if he surprised me, brutal as he is.

But enough.

These are timorous and foolish dreams.

Oh, this sun from mid-August.

I am full of life, and all languishing of mysterious desires.

I do not know what I want.

There are so many birds singing in the sky.

What do they want? Where are they going?

My mother said the good fortune.

She understood their singing.

This is what she was singing to me when I was a child.

The birds are singing in the air...

and were freed.

They defy the clouds and the fiery sun.

They go by the ways of heaven.

Let them wander through the atmosphere...

thirsty azure and light.

They too follow a dream, a chimera.

And they go, between the clouds of gold.

The wind can blow, the storm scream.

Wings deployed, they defy the elements.

Rain, lightning, nothing stops them.

They fly over parades and seas.

They dive to a strange land...

of which they may dream and search in vain.

But these gypsies of the sky...

follow the force that drives them.

They go!

You are the. I thought you were gone.

It's your song's fault.

He bewitched me.

What poetry.

Do not laugh, Nedda - Go.

At the hostel.

I know I'm deformed.

That I only wake up taunting and horror.

Yet I have dreams, desires.

I have a heart that beats.

When I meet you, disdainful...

do not you know that I suffer from crying?

Because despite me...

I'm under the spell, vanquished by love.

Let me tell you...

that you love me?

You'll have plenty of time to tell me...

tonight, if you wish.

Tonight.

When you make your grimaces up, on the stage.

Do not laugh, Nedda.

Spare me your story.

No, I'll tell you, here, now.

And you will listen to me.

I love you, I desire you.

You will be mine.

Tell me, Master Tonio, would your back be bothering you?

Or could a correction calm your ardor?

You laugh, unhappy?

Take care, you will pay dearly.

Do you want me to call Canio?

Not until I kissed you.

Soon, you'll be mine.

By the Virgin of the Assumption...

I swear...

that you will pay me.

Go, snake.

T uas shows your true face

lmbecile!

Your soul is like your body, deformed...

abject...

Silvio, at this time...

What imprudence!

I knew I was not risking anything.

I saw Canio and Beppe at the tavern.

But as a precaution...

I took my secret way.

A little more and you came across Tonio.

Tonio the idiot - This idiot is a fear.

He loves me. He just told me.

He threw himself on me, he tried to kiss me.

But with a whiplash I calm this dog foul.

Will you still live among these anxieties, Nedda?

Seal my destiny and stay with me.

The holidays are over, tomorrow everybody goes away.

And when you leave here...

what will happen to me...

how can I live?

Answer me, Nedda.

If it's true that you never loved Canio...

if it is true that you hate this wandering life.

And if your immense love is not a fable...

so let's run together tonight.

Do not tempt me.

Do you want my loss?

Do not talk about that anymore, Silvio, it's madness.

I gave you my trust and my heart.

Do not abuse my ardent love.

Do not tempt me - Ah, come on.

Have mercy on me.