In my career, says Sparafucile, I fulfilled the terms
Of almost every contract. Hire me and your worries
Were gone or replaced at least by ones more interesting;
You could go right home and start thinking
About what to wear to your enemy's funeral.
Really, I was that good. Killing the Duke
Was nothing special for me; I'd killed kings!
I gave Rigoletto a bargain price; I liked him
And yes, I know that I mistook a slender soprano
For a bulky tenor but it was dark and she, remember,
Was trying to fool me. You'd think there'd be operas
About the many times I killed the right victim
But no -- there's not even a poem.
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