Madama Butterfly

Cio Cio San: Na Li Youm
Pinkerton: Aaron Halevy

Sharpless: Eric McKeever
Suzuki: Lindsey Paradise

Goro: David Wolff Yamadori: Jye-Sung Moon
Kate Pinkerton: Melissa Mino

...And the ceiling...and the walls...

They can be moved around however you like.

so that you can alternate the room design
whenever you need a change of scenery.

Here… or there...wherever you want it to be...

This one is also double-bottomed!
Where is the living room?

...and the frivolous dwelling...

...is as sturdy as a castle from floor to ceiling.

It’s more of an accordion than a house!

This maid is a faithful servant of your wife.

She will cook and clean for you as well.
She is very honored to meet you.

Is Your Honor smiling?
A smile is fruit and flower.

The sage Okunama said,
“A smile can unravel a web of worries.”

The shell opens to reveal a pearl,
the entrance of Paradise opens to man.

Perfume of the gods... fountain of life...

She is quite cosmopolitan,
the way she chatters on and on.

To see if your bride is coming.

These pebbles have worn me out!

Quickly, Goro. Some refreshments.

Nagasaki, the sea, the port…

And a house that obeys my every command.

I have bought it for 999 years, with the right,
each month, to annul the lease.

In this country, both houses and contracts
are elastic.

And an shrewd man profits from it.

Wherever he goes in the world, the Yankee
vagabond enjoys himself, despising the risks.

He drops anchor wherever adventure calls
him...

He drops anchor, until a gust of wind
buffets the ship.

Life is not satisfying to him until he makes

the most beautiful flowers of every land
his treasure…

It’s a happy-go-lucky gospel…

He must make love to every beauty.

It’s a happy-go-lucky gospel that makes for a
pleasant life but saddens the heart.

When he encounters failure, he abandons ship
and tries his luck again

knowing that his talent will serve him wherever
he goes.

Thus, I’m getting married
in the Japanese custom: for 999 years

But with the option to back out
at the end of the month.

It’s a happy-go-lucky gospel.

She is a garland of fresh flowers.
A star with golden beams shining forth.

And for nothing: only 100 yen.

If your Grace commands me,
I have a whole assortment of them.

What madness has overwhelmed you!
Are you really cooked?

I don’t know. That depends on the cooking
temperature, I guess.

I can’t really say
whether this is love or just a whim.

She has certainly entranced me
with her innocent charms.

Light as blown glass in her stature,

And in her bearing she seems like a figure
from a gossamer screen.

But from her shining lacquer background she
detaches herself with a sudden murmur.

Like a little butterfly she flutters and lands
with such silent grace

That an urge to chase after her overwhelms
me, even if in doing so I would shatter her
wings.

Day before yesterday,
she came to visit the consulate.

I did not see her, but I heard her speaking.
The mystery in her voice struck my soul.

Certainly it is a sincere lover
that speaks like that.

It would be a great sin to tear those wings and
betray a trusting heart.

My dear consul,
you are going soft in your old age.

There’s no great harm in exposing those wings
to the sweet flights of love.

It would be a great sin… that divine voice must
never utter notes of sadness.

Sure, I’ll have another one.

And to the day when I’ll have a real wedding…
to a real bride… an American.

They are here.
They have arrived at the top of the hill.

You can already hear their chattering,
like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

A joyful breath of springtime
wafts over earth and sea.

Oh the happy chirping of youth!

I am the happiest girl in all of Japan,
or rather in all the world.

I have come at the call of love.

I have come to the portal of love, which
contains happiness for those who live and
those who die.

We have arrived. Here he is: B. F. Pinkerton.

To a well-brought-up bride,
not as difficult as the hours of waiting.

I know others even more beautiful.

If you would like this very moment...

Miss Butterfly. What a beautiful name.
It suits you perfectly.

Yes, sir. From a family that was once very
prosperous.

No one ever admits
that they were born into poverty.

Every vagabond claims an impressive lineage.

But the storm knocks down even the sturdiest
oaks...

And so we had to become geishas
to support ourselves.

I don’t hide it, nor am I ashamed because of it.

You’re laughing? Why?...
That’s how things go.

(With that doll-like murmur when she speaks
she sets me aflame.)

No sir. It's just my mama and me.

Oh my fortunate friend! Fate has blessed you
with a flower that has just blossomed...

Yes, it is true!
She is a flower, and by God, I’ve picked her!

To you it is just a game, but look out!...
She believes all of this is real.

Come here, listen to me.
One, two, three… and bow.

Come, my love. Do you like our little house?

Mr. B. F. Pinkerton… Forgive me…

I have brought… a few women’s things…

They are here… you don’t mind?

Why should I, my pretty Butterfly?

Handkerchiefs. Pipe. Sash. A little brooch.
A mirror. A fan.

There are too many people. Forgive me.

It’s a present from the Mikado
to her father… with the invitation…

Those puppets? What did you call them?

They are the souls of my ancestors.

Yesterday I went, alone and in secret,
to the Mission.

With my new life I want to adopt a new
religion.

My uncle, the Bonze, doesn't know.
Neither do my people.

I follow my destiny and, filled with humility,
I kneel before Mr. Pinkerton's God.

It is my fate. In the same little church, beside
you on my knees, I will pray to the same God.

And to please you I may perhaps be able to
forget my own people.

Cio-cio-san! Cio-cio-san! Abomination!

Not this party-killer!
Who brought him here to make trouble?

Cio-cio-san! Cio-cio-san! Cio-cio-san!

What did you do at the mission?

What is this madman shouting about?

Answer, what did you do?
How can your eyes be dry?

So these are the fruits of my teaching?
She has renounced us all!

Renounced, I tell you… our ancient culture.

Okami Sarutahiko, bring down your wrath
on this corrupted soul!

Come, everybody. Let us go.
You have renounced us and we renounce you.

Get out of here at once. I'll have none of this
nonsense in my house.

Okami Sarutahiko, bring down your wrath!

Dear child, do not cry
over the croaking of those frogs.

The whole tribe of them,
and all the bonzes in Japan

aren't worth a tear
from your sweet, pretty eyes.

Then I won't cry any more.
And I scarcely mind their rejection

because of your words
which resonate so sweetly in my heart.

I have been told that in your country among
well-bred people it is the sign of greatest
respect.

And Izanagi and Izanami, Sarutahiko
and you, spirits of nature, hear me.

It’s Suzuki saying her nightly prayers.

With its shadow and tranquility.

Alone and renounced.
Renounced...

Hey there, close up the house.

Yes, yes, we are all alone...
away from the world...

This pompous obi slows me down.

Let the bride be dressed
in the purity of innocence.

Whispering to himself
he smiles and watches me.

With no place to hide,
I am blushing.

With squirrel-like movements
she unties the knots.

To think that this little plaything is my wife!
My wife!

But she displays such grace that I am
consumed by a sudden fever of desire.

And still the angry voice is cursing me...

Butterfly renounced, renounced... and happy.

Child with eyes full of magic,
now you belong to me.

You are dressed all in white. I love your dark
tresses amid the white of your veils.

I am like the moon-goddess,
the little goddess of the moon,

Who comes down at night
from the bridge of heaven.

...folds them in a white cloak
and carries them up high.

But meanwhile, you haven't told me yet,
you haven't told me that you love me.

Does my goddess know the words
that satisfy the most ardent desires?

She does. But she is unwilling to say them
for fear of dying.

Foolish fear - love does not kill,
but brings life and heavenly joy.

I see it now in your almond eyes.

For me you are now the eye of heaven.

I liked you from the first moment
I set eyes on you.

You are tall and strong. You laugh so heartily.

And you say things
that I have never heard before.

Love me, but with a tiny love, like you would
love a baby. That is what I need.

We are a people used to small, fragile things,
quiet pleasures…

And a tenderness that is gentle as a breeze
yet vast as the sky and deep as the sea.

Give me your dear hands and let me kiss them!
My Butterfly!

How aptly you were named, fragile butterfly!

They say that overseas if a man should catch
a butterfly

He sticks it with a needle and pins it to a
board.

There's some truth in that, but do you know
why? So that it wouldn't fly away again.

I have caught you. Quivering, I press you to
me.
You are mine.

Come! Cast every fear out of your heart.

The night is clear. See, all things sleep.

Oh, lovely night. What a lot of stars!
Never have I seen them so beautiful!

Cast every fear out of your heart.

Every spark twinkles and shines with the
brilliance of an eye.

So many eyes fixed and staring, looking at us
from all sides.

In the sky, along the shore, out to sea...
the sky is smiling!

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And Izanagi and Izanami,
Sarutahiko and you, Earth Spirits…

And you, Tensho Daijin… grant that Butterfly
should weep no more, no more!

Fat and lazy are the gods of Japan.

The American God, I'm sure, is much quicker
in answering those who pray to him.

But I'm afraid that he may not know
where to find us.

Suzuki... how long until the money is gone?

That’s all? Oh! There are too many expenses!

If he doesn't come back, and soon,
we shall be in a bad way.

If he wasn't coming back, then why did he
arrange for the Consul to pay the rent?

Why did he have the house fitted with locks,
if he didn't mean to come back?

You don't know? I'll tell you then:

In order to keep mosquitoes,
meddlesome relations and troubles outside.

And inside, jealously guarded, his bride -
me - Butterfly!

No one has ever heard of a foreign husband
coming back.

On that last morning, I asked him
"Are you coming back, sir?"

With a heavy heart, trying to hide his
unhappiness from me, he replied with a smile:

"Oh, Butterfly, my dear sweet little wife…

I'll return with the roses, in that happy season
when the robin builds his nest."

Say it with me:
He will come back.

Oh, you are lacking in faith. Listen!

One fine day, we'll see a tiny wisp of smoke
far in the distance, rising above the water.

The white ship enters the port,
thundering its greeting.

I don’t go down to meet him. Not I.

I place myself there at the top of the hill
and wait.

I will wait a long time,
and the long wait won’t bother me at all.

And then... a man emerges from the crowd.

A tiny little dot, he makes his way up the hill.

Who can it be?
And when he arrives - what, what does he say?

He'll call, "Butterfly!" from the distance.

Not answering, I'll remain hidden.
Partly to tease him…

…And partly so as not to die of joy.

And, a trifle worried, he'll call,
"My dear little wife, fragrance of verbena!" -

The names he used to call me
when he first came here.

All of this will happen, I promise you.

You can hold on to your fear.
But I will wait for him with complete faith.

Pardon me...Madam Butterfly...

Are your ancestors quite well?

Sir, I see the skies are blue.

Perhaps you would prefer American
cigarettes?

Thank you. I have to show you...

Benjamin Franklin Pinkerton
has written to me...

I am the happiest woman in Japan.

When do the robins make their nests
in America?

...Before or after they do here?

My husband promised to return in that happy
season when the robin builds his nest again.

Here, it has done so three times already, but
it may be that over there it doesn't nest so
often.

Oh, it's that marriage-broker.
A bad man.

He dared...
No, first answer my question.

I'm sorry, but I don't know.
I haven't studied ornithology.

As soon as B. F. Pinkerton was at sea,
he came annoying me with gossip and gifts

…Offering me first this one,
then that one in marriage.

Now he's promising me riches from a fool.

The wealthy Yamadori. She is destitute.
Her relations have all renounced her.

Yamadori...
aren't you disillusioned with love yet?

Do you still intend to cut your veins
if I refuse you a kiss?

One of the most annoying things
is hopeless sighing.

You've had so many wives,
you must be used to it by now.

I married them, one and all,
and divorce has set me free.

But to you I would vow to be faithful forever.

I'm afraid I shan't succeed
in delivering the message...

Villas, servants, gold, and a palace in Omara!

I am already bound to another.

She still believes she is married.

I don’t believe so, I am. I am married.

For the wife,
abandonment is the equivalent of divorce.

That is the Japanese law…
not the law of my county.

Here you can just open the door, chase the
wife out and call it divorce.

But you can’t do that in America.
Isn't that right?

There, a judge says to the husband:
"You want to leave? Let us hear why."

"I am bored with married life!"

And the magistrate says:
"You rascal, off to prison with you, quick!"

Such utter blindness grieves me deeply.

Pinkerton's ship
has already signaled.

I have come expressly to relieve her of any
illusions on that score.

If your Grace will allow...
What tiresome people!

Farewell. I leave you with my heart
full of grief, but I still hope...

The trouble is, I don't want to.

Our turn now.
Will you read this letter with me?

Give it to me.
…To my lips, on my heart...

You're the kindest man in the whole world.
Please begin.

"My dear friend, will you go and see
that pretty flower of a girl... "

Yes, he does,
but if every moment...

I'll keep quiet, I'll keep quiet.
I won't interrupt any more.

"Since that happy time
three years have gone by... "

"And perhaps Butterfly
no longer remembers me."

Suzuki, tell him!
"Does not remember me“…

"If she still loves me, if she expects me... "

Oh, what sweet words!
You blessed, blessed letter!

"I beg you to be so good as to prepare her
gently..."

I’d better just tell her now.
Damn Pinkerton!

What would you do, Madam Butterfly,
if he never came back?

One of two things: go back
to entertaining people with my songs.

It grieves me deeply to rob you of your
illusions.

But you should accept Yamadori's proposal.

You! You, sir, tell me this! You!

Come here quickly, Suzuki.
His Grace is leaving.

I was brutal, I don't deny it.

Oh, you hurt me so much, so very much.

I thought I was going to die, but it soon
passes, like clouds over the sea...

And this? And this?
Can he forget this as well?

Have you ever seen a Japanese child
with blue eyes and curls of pure gold?

It's obvious. And does Pinkerton know?

No. The child was born after he'd gone back to
that great country of his.

But you will write to him that a son without
equal is waiting for him here.

And then you'll see if he doesn't come
hurrying over the land and sea!

Do you know what this gentleman
had the heart to think?

That your mother would have to take you in
her arms, and in the wind and the rain…

…walk the city streets to earn you
food and clothing.

And to the pitying crowd stretch out a
trembling hand, crying:

"Listen to my sad tale.
Have pity on the poor mother. Have pity!"

And Butterfly - oh, horrible fate…

And as she used to do, the geisha will sing.

And the merry song will end in a sob.

Oh no, never! That way lies dishonor.

Let me die! To dance no more.
I would rather die!

I must go now.
Will you excuse me?

Shake hands with the gentleman.

What pretty curls!
What is your name, darling?

Answer: now my name is Sorrow.

But when you write to Daddy,
tell him, that the day he comes back

Your father will know it. I promise.

And spreads rumors, that nobody knows
who the baby's father is!

I only said that, in America, if a child
is born out of wedlock

You lie! You lie!
Say it again and I'll kill you!

You'll see, my little love,
my sorrow and my comfort,

Your avenger will take us far, far away
to his own country...

It's white... white... the American flag...
with the stars...

Now it's maneuvring to drop anchor.

Steady my hand so that I can see the name...

They all lied! The lot of them!
I alone knew...Only I who love him.

Do you see how foolish your doubts were?
He's come! He's come! He's come!

At the very moment when everybody said:
weep and despair.

My love triumphs, yes, triumphs!
My faith is completely vindicated!

He has come back and he loves me!

Shake the branch of the cherry tree
and rain down blooms on me.

I want to plunge my burning brow
in its fragrant rain.

Madam, calm yourself...those tears...

No, no, I'm laughing!
How long shall we have to wait for him?

Everywhere must be full of flowers,
like stars in the night.

30
bbbbGo and pick the flowers!

30
bbbb
All of them, all, all.
Peach blossom, violets, jasmine…

30
bbbbEvery bush, plant and tree that's in flower!

30
bbbbThe whole garden will be bare as in winter.

30
bbbb
I want to fill the house
with the fragrance of spring.

30
bbbbThe garden will be bare.

30
bbbb
You used to come to this hedge so often
and stare into the distance, weeping.

30
bbbb
The one I have been waiting for has arrived.
I ask nothing more of the sea.

30
bbbb
I gave my tears to the Earth,
and She gave me flowers.

I want to fill the house
with the fragrance of spring.

Let us scatter them by the handful:
violets and tuberoses

Showers of verbena, blossoms of every kind…

These lips have breathed too many sighs

And these eyes have gazed too hard into the
distance.

So that the long wait won't leave your face
pale and hollow.

Keep still, I have to do your hair.

What will they say now? And my uncle,
the Bonze?

All of them so happy at my misfortune.

And Yamadori, with his pining.

Ridiculed, disgraced - that will show them,
the wicked creatures.

The obi I wore at my wedding. Bring it here
for me to put on.

I want him to see me dressed as I was
that first day.

And a red poppy in my hair... like that.

Now we'll make three little holes in the screen
to look through

And we'll stay quiet as mice, waiting.

He'll come... he'll come, you'll see.

Go and rest, you are tired.
When he arrives I'll call you.

Sleep, my love, sleep on my heart.

You are with God, and I am with my sorrow.

On you shine the rays of the golden stars.

She stayed up waiting for you all night
with the baby.

For three years now, every time a ship comes
in, she watches to see if its flag has stars.

Last night she insisted on stewing flowers
all over the room.

Who's that out there in the garden?

Holy spirits of my ancestors!
For the little madam, the sun has gone out!

We chose this early hour
in order to find you alone, Suzuki.

And in this hour of trial to seek some means of
consolation and support with you.

What’s the use? What’s the use?

I know that for her deep distress
there is no consolation.

But it is necessary to provide
for the child's future.

Oh, the bitter perfume of these flowers
is poison to my heart!

The room where we made love is unchanged...

But the coldness of death is here.

The kind woman who dares not enter
will care like a mother for the child.

Come, speak to her and bring her in here.

Even if Butterfly should see her, no matter...

On the contrary, better if she should
realize the truth through seeing her.

You want me to ask a mother...

Three years have passed,
and she has counted the days and the hours!

Sharpless, I'll wait for you on the way back.

You help her...
I am completely crushed by remorse.

I told you! Do you remember?
When she gave you her hand...

"Be careful," I said, "she believes this is for
real"
and my words were prophetic then.

Deaf to advice, deaf to all doubts,
a victim of scorn, obstinately waiting...

Yes, all in an instant,
I see how I have sinned and realize

That I shall never find respite from this
torture. Never!

Go. The sad truth she will learn alone.

Farewell, flowery refuge of happiness and
love...

Her sweet face will haunt me forever.

Farewell, flowery refuge...
I can't bear your desolation...

And you'll advise her to trust me?

I will care for him like my own son.

But I must be alone with her...
Quite alone in this hour of crisis...

Suzuki! Suzuki! Where are you? Suzuki!

Here I am... I was just tidying up...

He's here, he's here...where is he?

He's here... he's here...There's the Consul...

That woman,
what does she want in my house?

I might fall dead on the spot.

You, Suzuki, you have a good heart.
Do not cry.

You love me so much - yes or no - whisper...

But he won't come back any more.
They've told you?

Oh, that woman makes me feel so afraid,
so afraid!

She is the innocent cause of your misfortune.
Forgive her.

My life is over. There is nothing left.

They want to take everything away from me.

Make the sacrifice for his sake.

Oh, unhappy mother! To give up my son!

Very well then. I must obey him in everything.

Can you ever forgive me, Butterfly?

Under the great dome of heaven,
there is no woman happier than you.

May you always be so...
Don't worry about me...

And will she give up the child?

I will give the child to him
if he comes to get him.

Come back up the hill
in half-an-hour's time.

Like the wings of a captive fly
her little heart is beating!

There's too much light outside,
and too much spring.

He's playing...Shall I call him?

Let him play... Go and keep him company.

"He dies with honor
who cannot live with honor."

Little idol of my heart.
My Love, my love, flower of the lily and rose.

May you never know that, for you, for your
innocent eyes, Butterfly is about to die...

So that you may go away beyond the sea

Without suffering any remorse
later in life.

Oh, you who have come down to me from
heaven, look well on your mother's face.

So that you may keep a faint memory of it.
Look well!

Little love, farewell! Farewell, my little love!

Butterfly! Butterfly! Butterfly!

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