Countess Rosine

read by Beeswax Candle.

Count Almaviva, read by Wayne Cook.

Florestina, read by

Shrimpfish.

Countess Almaviva, read by Wendy Katziller.

The Neapolitan,

read by Inko.

must i own the truth my friend the loss of my alphonso and just at the moment when after ten long years of separation i hoped to clasp and ripen into man to my expecting bosom appeared to me the heaviest of calamities but yet a more poignant sorrow aggravated by perpetual reflection keeps my wounded heart still bleeding and renders life a burden to me

Candle.

Count Almaviva, read by Wayne Cook.

Florestina, read by

Shrimpfish.

Countess Almaviva, read by Wendy Katziller.

The Neapolitan,

read by Inko.

must i own the truth my friend the loss of my alphonso and just at the moment when after ten long years of separation i hoped to clasp and ripen into man to my expecting bosom appeared to me the heaviest of calamities but yet a more poignant sorrow aggravated by perpetual reflection keeps my wounded heart still bleeding and renders life a burden to me

Throwing himself into a chair.

Ah, perfidious Rosina, for spite of my inconstancy, you are the only woman for whom I ever felt a real passion.

Oh, I abhor myself for ever having loved you.

For heaven's sake, put up the fatal paper.

I feel that they can never wash away my guilt, although involuntary, while the effects of it subsist.

Never see me more.

It is the irrevocable order of the miserable Rosina, who dares no longer sign another name." Ah, Rosina, where is the time? But you are degraded.

Walks about in great agitation.