Here two persons coming stopped in the utmost wonder to see Nemorino, the rustic, in the midst of a group of girls. One person was the enormous Doctor Dulcamara, and the other person was the far from enormous Adina.
“Bless me!” said Adina to herself Nemorino ran up to the doctor, and whispered—“You were right, the elixir this time was stronger.”
“Can ... I ... believe ... my ... senses?” exclaimed Dulcamara. Then he said to the women—“Does he please you?”
“The insolence of that doctor!” all the girls seemed to say with their little noses in the air.
“Can—I—believe. Am I the proprietor of the love philtre?” For we may tell lies till we actually believe them ourselves.
“Well,” thought the rustic to himself, “if every girl loves me, she ought.”
“And I thought to find him in tears, and if he still loved me, he would be,” thought Adina.
“You’ll dance, Nemorino.”
“Yes, Gianetta, with you.”
“With me, your humble obedient servant, signor, too.”