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Tosca returns excitedly looking about for Cavaradossi. Scarpia conceals himself, still holding the Marchessa Attavanti's fan. The Sacristan remains in the sanctuary.
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Scarpia
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Tosca?
She musn't see me!
To bring about the undoing of a jealous lover,
Iago had a handkerchief,
I have a fan!
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Sacristan
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The painter? Who knows where he is.
He's been spirited away by witchcraft.
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Tosca
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He's deceived me? No, he wouldn't lie to me.
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Scarpia reveals himself.
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Scarpia
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Divine Tosca, my hand awaits your delicate hand,
not for gallantry, but to offer you holy water.
You set a noble example.
Filled with holy zeal, you draw from heaven
that mastery of art, which gives life to religion.
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Tosca
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You're too kind.
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Scarpia
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Pious women are rare.
You tread the stage, yet come to church to pray.
You're not like some women
who, behind the face of the penitent Magdalen
are plotting their love affairs!
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Tosca
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What? The proof?
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Scarpia shows Tosca the fan. By now, the church is beginning to fill with local local citizens of every rank.
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Scarpia
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Does a painter use this?
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Tosca
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A fan? Where did you find this?
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Scarpia
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There on the scaffold.
Someone must have disturbed the lovers.
She lost some feathers as she took flight!
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Tosca
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The coronet! The crest!
It's the Attavanti!
I knew it!
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Scarpia
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(My trick is working!)
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