[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky[00:01.287]Come, Tom.[00:03.195]I would fain have our hostess,[00:05.563]good Mother Goose,[00:08.239]learn how faithfully I have discharged[00:10.703]my duties as a godfather[00:13.583]in preparing you for the delights[00:16.504]to which your newly-found state of manhood[00:23.260]is about to call you.[00:28.074]So tell my Lady-Bishop of the game[00:37.416]what I did vow and promise in thy name.[00:51.040]One aim in all things to pursue:[00:54.085]my duty to myself to do.[00:58.324]Is he not apt?[01:01.475]And handsome, too.[01:05.813]What is thy duty to thyself?[01:14.548]To shut my ears to prude and preacher[01:17.352]and follow nature as my teacher.[01:22.016]What is the secret nature knows?[01:30.895]What Beauty is and where it grows.[01:35.033]Canst thou define the beautiful?[01:37.723]I can.[01:39.326]That source of pleasure to the eyes,[01:43.535]youth owns, wit snatches, money buys,[01:48.980]envy affects to scorn, but lies.[01:56.448]One fatal flaw it has: it dies.[02:03.597]Exact, my scholar.[02:06.580]What is pleasure then?[02:11.548]The idol of all dreams, the same[02:16.677]whatever shape it wear or name.[02:22.422]Whom flirts imagine as a hat,[02:25.633]old maids believe to be a cat.[02:29.313]Bravo![02:31.534]One final question: love is...?[02:37.644]Love![02:39.639]That precious word is like a fiery coal,[02:44.824]it burns my lips, strikes terror to my soul.[02:49.833]No answer?[02:52.742]Will my scholar fail me?[02:57.454]No, no more!.[03:00.326]Well, well.[03:02.252]More wine, love?[03:06.919]Let me go.[03:09.123]Are you afraid?[03:13.541]Before it is too late.[03:18.417]Wait.[03:35.972]See!, time is yours!.[03:42.511]The hours obey your pleasure.[03:47.563]Fear not, enjoy!.[03:52.891]You may repent at leisure.