Testo di Il Muto / Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh

They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame His Lordship sure would die of shock His Lordship is a laughing-stock Should he suspect her, God protect her Shame! Shame! Shame! This faithless lady's bound for Hades Shame! Shame! Shame! Serafimo, your disguise is perfect Why, who can this be? Gentle wife, admit your loving husband My love, I am called to England on affairs of State And must leave you with your new maid Though I'd gladly take the maid with me The old fool is leaving! Serafimo! Away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence! Poor fool, he makes me laugh! Time I tried to get a better, better half! Poor fool, he doesn't know! If he knew the truth, he'd never ever go! Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty? He's here, the Phantom of the Opera It's him! Your part is silent, little toad! A toad, madame? Perhaps it is you who are the toad! Serafimo! Away with this pretence! You cannot speak, but kiss me in my Poor fool, he makes me laugh!