“Why, what more can you want? you have your discharge. Good bye, Nemorino.”
“Oh, good bye; only you have forgotten something.”
“Indeed—what?”
“The discharge. Take it. I shall remain a soldier. For the doctor has deceived me; and—and—God bless you, and good bye, Adina.”
“Oh, no, no, no, no. He has not deceived you. I—I want to make you as happy as I have made you wretched. I—I know you love me, and—and I love you with all my heart!”
“The Elixir!”
“Hi! hi! hi! what’s this? what’s this? Can Sergeant Belcore believe his handsome eyes!”
“If he can’t, he must believe Adina’s tongue. My husband, Sergeant Belcore.”
“Your husband, ma’am; your husband! Keep him. Sergeant Belcore won’t break his heart for one woman.”
“Ah! but one Sergeant Belcore would break the hearts of a thousand women. Let him buy the elixir of love, ten crowns a bottle. I, Doctor Dulcamara, only sell it. Who subdued the sweet Adina? I, Doctor Dulcamara, did!”