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[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky[00:16.606]Fair lady, gracious gentlemen,[00:23.769]a servant begs your pardon for your time,[00:28.979]but there is much to tell.[00:34.703]Tom Rakewell had an uncle,[00:37.168]one long parted from his native land.[00:40.795]Him I served many years,[00:44.510]served him in the many trades[00:46.615]he served in turn, and all to his profit.[00:50.273]Yes, profit was perpetually his.[00:54.313]It was, indeed: his family, his friend,[01:00.172]his hour of amusement, his life.[01:04.932]But all his brilliant progeny of gold[01:09.557]couldn't caress him when he lay dying.[01:13.273]Sick for his home,[01:15.207]sick for a memory of pleasure or of love,[01:18.625]his thoughts were but of England.[01:22.794]There, at least, he felt, his profit[01:25.890]could be pleasure to an eager youth.[01:28.867]For such, by counting years[01:32.124]upon his fumbling fingers,[01:33.687]he knew that you must be good, sir.[01:41.549]Well, he is dead.[01:45.071]And I am here with this commission:[01:49.715]to tell Tom Rakewell that[01:52.948]an unloved and forgotten uncle[01:56.213]loved and remembered.[02:00.865]You are a rich man.
