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Before leaving, Tosca turns around and sees the painting.
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Who is that fair-haired woman?
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The Magdalen. Do you like her?
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She's too beautiful.
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Such a compliment!
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You laugh. I've seen those blue eyes somewhere.
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There are lots of blue eyes in the world.
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It's the Attavanti!
You see her? She loves you?
Do you love her?
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It was pure chance...
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Those footsteps...the whispers...
She was here!
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Come to me!
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Shameless! How can you do this to me?
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I saw her yesterday, by pure chance. She
came to pray.
She never knew I painted her picture...
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Swear it!
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I swear it.
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How she stares at me.
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You must go!
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| Tosca
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She mocks me and laughs at me!
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You must go!
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Cavardossi holds Tosca, attempting to calm her.
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What eyes in the world can compare with
yours?
My whole being is riveted there!
Eyes, so tender in love, so fierce in anger;
Where in the world are there eyes
that compare with yours?
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| Tosca
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How well you know the art of flattery!
. . . But make her eyes a little darker.
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My jealous one.
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| Tosca
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Yes. I'm forever torturing you!
But, I know you'll forgive me when you see how I suffer.
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Tosca, my idol, everything about you makes
me happy...
...your ferocious anger, the agony of love.
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Say those words that comfort me.
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I will always say, "Floria, I love you!"
Let me assure you. I love you.
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