“’Tis you, Don Juan—monster, robber!”
“’Tis an old acquaintance, as one shall read by the tongue.”
“Donna! quiet, quiet (what misfortune); if thou wilt not believe me, thou’lt believe this worthy gentleman.”
“In faith! that’s Leporello—”
“He’ll tell thee all; I pray thee turn to him.”
And the lady doing so, the don took advantage of the shadow, and was off anywhere.
“Well, villain, speak!”
“In faith, good lady, it may be declared, seeing the world we live in, that a square is ne’er a round, or equally a round a square; and yet—”
“Cease, scrub; and thou, Don Juan—gone! The monster hath gone! Which way?”
“Ah! marry, which way! though wherefore shouldst thou care; he is not worth the kindness of so considerable a lady.”