Even an invitation from Doctor Dulcamara, who was there, to sing a song, did not cheer her; and not even the song itself, though she sang it very well, gave her any consolation.
“Here comes the NOTARY.”
“Bravo, bravo, bravo,” said the doctor.
Out of respect to the notary, all the neighbors withdrew to the lawn outside. And also out of respect to the notary, he was shown into the best room; so only the doctor remained in the hall. And only for a moment too, for Nemorino came rushing in.
“Oh, doctor; here you are. Nay, don’t run away, doctor.” For that stout man was certainly trying to effect an escape.
“Doctor, I must be loved now, at once; to-morrow will be no good.”
“I’faith, fools there are, ’neath the sun, a fool, yet none the less a brother—this one. By Bacchus, he’s mad! Take the elixir, sir.”
“Sir, I have.”
“Then take another dose.”
“Give me another bottle.”