Great Operatic Arias, Vol. 16

Even the bravest heart may swell

I am the barber everyone wants, I am!

You've won the case already - Must I be made to suffer

With dark foreboding twilight casts her shadows

You seem unhappy, my beloved

Oh wine, deliver me from sadness

Stop! You shall listen - Marriage is sacred - I was right to be so suspicious

Turning my gaze upon this proud assembly

The storm has died away

Look! Through the port comes the moonshine astray

Though I'm somewhat out of practice

Hello, here's a soldier bold

I wonder what he'll think of me!

in visions, illusions