[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky[00:00.657]My Anne, behold,[00:06.339]for doubt had fled our view.[00:10.153]The skies are clear[00:12.916]and every path is true.[00:16.190]The joyous fount I see[00:19.863]that brings increase[00:23.009]to fields of promise and the groves of peace.[00:32.703]Oh clement love![00:36.549]My children, may God bless you[00:41.472]even as a father![00:42.892]Sir! may Nick address you[00:46.994]a moment in your bliss?.[00:51.019]Even in carefree May[00:54.339]a thriving fortune has its roots of care:[00:58.867]Attorneys crouched[01:01.510]like gardeners to pay,[01:02.970]bowers of paper only seals repair.[01:07.845]We must be off to London.[01:10.805]They can wait.[01:13.127]No, Tom, your man is right.[01:16.115]Things must be done.[01:18.076]The sooner you settle your estate,[01:20.881]the sooner you and Anne can be as one.[01:26.206]Father is right, dear Tom.[01:28.571]A coach in wait is down the road.[01:32.939]Well then, if Fortune sow a crop[01:38.825]that wax and pen must cultivate,[01:43.382]let's fly to husbandry[01:48.232]and make it grow.[02:03.180]I'll call the coachman, sir.[02:05.761]Should you not mind,[02:07.542]I'll tell you of his needs.[02:10.080]Sir, you are kind.