“’Tis hopeless to speak to him.” This she said softly.
“Speak loudly, untruthful woman, speak honestly loud. (I have mine ideas, yes, Masetto, I have mine ideas.)”
And he hid behind a tree.
Said the little woman to herself, “he hath a wry mind, Masetto;” and then she ran to hiding herself, as she saw the don approach, accompanied by several peasants.
He dismissed those people immediately, and then called out “Zerlina, come thou here.”
“So please you, let me go.”
“My angel, I love thee too well.”
“So please you, if thou art merciful, let me go.”
“Masetto, come thou here also.”
“My faith, he hath marked me,” said the rustic, and came forward sheepishly.