[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky[00:11.693]What can this mean?[00:13.692]A ball? a journey? a dream?[00:21.127]How evil in the purple dark they seem!.[00:25.098]Loot from dead fingers!. Living mockery!.[00:36.129]I tremble, tremble with no reason.[00:47.074]Lights![00:49.713]'Tis he![00:55.945]Anne! here![00:57.821]And Tom, such splendour![01:03.504]Leave pretences, Anne. Ask me! accuse me![01:07.869]Tom, no.[01:09.514]Denounce me to the world and go.[01:14.074]Tom, no![01:16.198]Return to your home, forget in your senses[01:20.491]what, senseless, you pursue.[01:24.863]Do you return?[01:26.906]I![01:27.409]Then how shall I go?[01:31.356]You must![01:37.924]Oh wilful powers, pummel to dust[01:41.550]and drive into the void one thought: return!./Assist me, heaven, since love[01:48.535]his eyes that burn./I must to calm his raging heart,[01:59.969]Listen to me, for I know London well.[02:07.511]Here virtue is a day coquette,[02:12.120]for what night hides,[02:16.548]it can forget.[02:17.887]And virtue is, till gallants talk,[02:22.387]and tell!.[02:23.807]Oh Anne![02:25.906]That is the air we breathe.[02:29.280]Go home![02:32.263]'Tis wisdom here to be afraid.[02:36.501]How should I fear,[02:39.182]who have your aid[02:41.412]and all my love for you beside, dear Tom.[02:48.397]My aid? My aid![02:52.595]London has done all that it can with me.[02:57.850]Unworthy am l, less than weak.[03:01.341]Go back![03:02.740]Let worthiness.[03:05.411]So you still love, reside in that.[03:11.564]Oh Anne!