Hold up a candle, clear this fine mysteriousness?
Don Juan
Madam, if needs I must declare the truth,—in short ...
Donna Elvira
Fie, for a man of mode, accustomed at the court
To such a style of thing, how awkwardly my lord
Attempts defence! You move compassion, that 's the word—
Dumb-foundered and chapfallen! Why don't you arm your brow
With noble impudence? Why don't you swear and vow
No sort of change is come to any sentiment