Donna Inez: Silence, Sir. I am here to meet my husband. Where is he?
Don G (giving her the second letter): He left this for you.
Donna I (reads): “Dear Inez: We have been playing dice. Don Giovanni has won. You now belong to him. Your affectionate husband, Fernando.” It cannot be! ’Tis false! My husband would never behave in so ungentlemanly a manner.
Giov: On the contrary, Madama. And is not this his handwriting?
In: Now that I look at it again, it is. Ah, Cielo! Betrayed! Surely, Sir, you do not expect me to consent?
Giov: Certainly I do.
In: Never. I am a Spanish lady of high degree.
Giov: Inez, I love you. Be mine.
In: Are you of noble birth?
Giov: Yes.