Camille - Alexander Duma, fils

این داستانی بود که موقع‌های بچگی خونده بودم (اون موقع فارسی و به اسم مادام کامیلیا خونده بودمش) و حالا که نمایشنامه‌‌ش رو با این اجرای زیبا شنیدم دیدم که همون اثری رو که اون موقع روم گذاشته بود خیلی بیشتر گذاشت. سخت بود که بشه خودم رو نگه دارم. روایت درد بود، روایت عشق، روایت جنایت، روایت عشق، روایت عشق، روایت عشق.

[Marguerite & Armand flirt by way of long glances]
Marguerite: His eyes have made love to me all evening.

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Olympe: If you don't stop being so easy-going with your money, you'll land in the gutter before you're through or back on that farm where you came from, milking cows and cleaning out hen houses.
Marguerite: Cows and chickens make better friends than I've ever met in Paris.

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Armand: Yes, you, well you did smile at me a moment ago, didn't you?
Marguerite: Well, you tell me first whether you smiled at me or my friend.
Armand: What friend?
Marguerite: You didn't even see her?
Armand: No.

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Olympe: She's not easy to get along with, I can tell you, ask anybody... and she has the reputation of being one of the most extravagant girls in Paris as well as one of the most insincere... She's the kind who says one thing and thinks another.

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Marguerite: Now what shall I give you to remember me by?
Baron de Varville: You can't give me anything I'd like.
Marguerite: What's that?
Baron de Varville: A tear. You're not sorry enough I'm going.
Marguerite: Oh, but I *am* sorry.

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Nichette: Marguerite, it's ideal to love, and to marry the one you love.
Marguerite: I have no faith in ideals.

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Armand: I know I don't mean anything to you. I don't count. But someone ought to look after you. And I could if you'd let me.
Marguerite: Too much wine has made you sentimental.

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Marguerite: The sort of company you're in tonight doesn't suit you at all.
Armand: Nor you.
Marguerite: No. These are the only friends I have and I'm no better than they are.

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Armand: Don't you believe in love, Marguerite?
Marguerite: I don't think I know what it is.
Armand: Oh, thank you.
Marguerite: For what?
Armand: For never having been in love.

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Marguerite: When one may not have long to live, why shouldn't one have fancies?

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Marguerite: It's hard to believe that there's such happiness in this world.
Armand: Marguerite. Now you've put tears on my hand. Why?
Marguerite: You will never love me thirty years. No one will.
Armand: I'll love you all my life. I know that now. All my life.
[They kiss]

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Baron de Varville: Here's the forty thousand francs you need. And this is my last act of consideration. If ever we meet again, it will be on a different basis. I never make the same mistake twice.

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Marguerite): Let me love you. Let me live for you. But don't let me ask any more from Heaven than that - God might get angry.

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Marguerite): I shall love Armand always. And I believe he shall love me always too.

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Monsieur Duval: Please, give him up.
Marguerite: What should I do?
Monsieur Duval: Talk to him. Tell him he must leave you.
Marguerite: I have talked.
Monsieur Duval: Leave him.
Marguerite: He'd follow me.
Monsieur Duval: Tell him you don't love him.
Marguerite: He wouldn't believe me.

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Armand: ...I warn you, lucky in love, unlucky at cards.
Baron de Varville: That also means lucky at cards, unlucky in love.
Armand: We shall see.

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Armand: Then you do love him. Dare to tell me that you love him. You're free of me forever.
Marguerite: [Armand grabs her] I love him.

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Armand: I accepted her favors because I thought she loved me. I had her make sacrifices for me when there were others who had more to give. But bear witness, I owe her nothing. Take it, come on, take it! Buy camellias, buy diamonds, horses and carriages, buy moonlight, buy a grave!

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Marguerite: It's you. It's not a dream.
Armand: No, it's not a dream. I'm here with you in my arms, at last.
Marguerite: At last.
Armand: You're weak.
Marguerite: No, no. Strong. It's my heart. It's not used to being happy.

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Marguerite: I always look well when I'm near death.