MUS. (as above) But your heart is a-throbbing!
ALC. (as above) Not so loud.
MUS. (to herself) But your heart is a-throbbing!
ALC. Do be quiet!
MUS. As through the streets I wander onward merrily,
See how the folk look round,
Because they know I'm charming,
A very charming girl.
And then 'tis mine to mark the hidden longing,
And all the passion in their eyes;
And then the joy of conquest overcomes me,
Every man is my prize!
And thus their hearts, their hearts I capture,
As if by magic all my own, ah! rapture!
Tis mine alone!
Now you that once your love for me betrayed,
Why should you be dismayed?
Yet though deep in your heart
Rankles the smart.
You'd ne'er confess—but rather die!
(SCHAUNARD and COLLINE rise and stand aside, watching the scene with interest, while RUDOLPH and MIMI remain seated and continue their talk. MARCEL nervously quits his seat, and is about to go, but is spell-bound by MUSETTA'S voice.)
ALC. This odious singing upsets me entirely!
(ALCINDORO vainly endeavors to induce MUSETTA to resume her seat at the table where the supper is ready.)
MIMI. (to RUDOLPH)
Oh! now I see that this unhappy maiden
Adores your friend Marcel madly!