Il Muto / Poor Fool, He Makes Me Laugh

They say that this youth has set my Lady's heart aflame
His Lordship sure would die of shock
His Lordship is a laughing-stock
Should he suspect her, God protect her
Shame! Shame! Shame!

This faithless lady's bound for Hades
Shame! Shame! Shame!

Serafimo, your disguise is perfect
Why, who can this be?
Gentle wife, admit your loving husband

My love, I am called to England on affairs of State
And must leave you with your new maid

Though I'd gladly take the maid with me
The old fool is leaving!

Serafimo! Away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my husband's absence!

Poor fool, he makes me laugh!
Time I tried to get a better, better half!
Poor fool, he doesn't know!
If he knew the truth, he'd never ever go!

Did I not instruct that Box Five was to be kept empty?

He's here, the Phantom of the Opera
It's him!
Your part is silent, little toad!

A toad, madame?
Perhaps it is you who are the toad!

Serafimo! Away with this pretence!
You cannot speak, but kiss me in my

Poor fool, he makes me laugh!