“The elixir is not dear. Think! you might have a hundred lovers at your feet!”
“I’d not know what to do with them. I—I only wish but one.”
“And every woman in the place would hate you.”
“What are they to me!”
“Or if you’d marry a rich man.”
“I’m rich enough already.”
“A count, a marquis.”
“Good, if named Nemorino.”
“And my philtre!”
“You may swallow it yourself.”