“He don’t know his good fortune yet.”
“Good evening to your curls, Nemorino,” said one.
“Good evening, and a curtsey to your heart, Nemorino,” cried another.
“Good evening, and a smile, Nemorino,” exclaimed a third.
“Your humble servant, signor,” said a mean fourth.
“The Elixir!”
“You’ll forget your old playmates now, signor.”
“Oh! no, Nemorino is too amiable.”
“Your humble servant, signor.”
“The Elixir.”