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As he paints, Cavaradossi compares the large work to a miniature on a medallion he carries.
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Cavaradossi
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Oh hidden harmony of contrasting beauties...
Tosca, my passionate love, is dark...
...while you, my unknown beauty,
are crowned with fair hair.
Your eyes are blue, Tosca's eyes are dark.
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Sacristan
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He associates with devils, and ignores the saints.
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Cavaradossi
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Art, in its mystery, blends diverse beauties together.
But, as I paint her, Tosca, I think only of you!
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Sacristan
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He associates with devils, and ignores the saints.
You can't argue with these atheist dogs.
Enemies of the Holy Office.
Sinners, the whole lot of them.
I'd better make the sign of the cross.
I'm leaving.
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Cavaradossi
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As you please.
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Sacristan
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The food's untouched. Are you fasting?
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Cavaradossi
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I'm not hungry.
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Sacristan
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Pity.
Don't forget to close up after you.
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Cavaradossi
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Go!
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