Giuseppe Giacosa,
Libretto: La Bohème
“ I love Mimi, she is my only treasure! I love her, but, oh! I fear it! (Mimi surprised, comes closer and closer, under cover of the trees) Mimi's so sickly, so ailing, Every day she grows weaker, The poor girl, as I think, is dying.MAR. (fearing MIMI may overhear them, tries to keep RUDOLPH further off) Oh! Rudolph!MIMI. What's he saying?RUD. By fierce, incessant coughing Her fragile frame is shaken, While in her cheeks so pallid The fires of fever waken.MAR. (agitated, perceiving that Mimi is listening) Softly!MIMI. (weeping) Woe is me! I'm dying! ”
