This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering.

This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering. This

title is for centering. This title is for centering. This title is for centering.

Sponsor Message HereThe official sponsor of [your opera]

Please unwrap candies and turn off all cellular phones.Photography of any kind is prohibited.Supertitles by Chadwick Creative Arts

All the candles must be burned in your honor!Yes, rejoice! Poor Buoso!

If only he left me this house!And the mills of Signa! Then the mule…

Shush! It’s being opened!

Then it was true! We’ll see the friars get fat right in our faces!

All that money will end up in the friar’s habits!

To deprive us our substance,and have the friars wallow in abundance!

I’ll have to curb my drinking in Signawhile the friars drink the wine of the vineyards!

They’ll have their robes widened,we’ll burst with bile, and they with grub!

My happiness will be stolen by the “Order of Santa Reparata!”

Open up the convent’s cupboards!Rejoice friars, and sharpen your teeth!

Here are the first fruits from the market!Smack your lips!

- For you poor friars: fat thrushes! - Firm quails! - Larks! - Warblers!

Young cockerels! Baby cockerels!Tender, singing young cockerels!

- And with red, well-fed faces, laugh at us! - There’s a Donati!

He wanted the inheritance himself!Laugh, friars, in the face of the Donati!

(Who’d have thought when Buoso went the cemetery…

…we would have wept for real!)

- And there isn’t any means… to change it? - To get around it? - To soften the blow?

- Simone, you’re the oldest. - You’ve also been mayor of Fucecchio…

- There’s one who might advise, even save us… - Who?