“My faith,” said Masetto, “she is as a fine lady!”
“Oh! rare, I love ye all, ye charmers.”
“If thou touchest her, Senor Leporello, I will touch thee,” exclaimed Masetto, who saw the factotum eyeing the simple, charming Zerlina.
“Methinks he’s fallen out with me again,” said the simple Zerlina to herself.
“Of a verity, I shall go distraught,” said Masetto.
Here the masks entered.
The don bowed to them, then called out to the musicians, and went gaily up to Zerlina.
“That—that is the poor country girl,” said one of the masks, in a low tone: and the three drew together.
“Verily, I tell thee, nor will I dance myself nor shall she dance: I love not these pousettings.”
“Verily, and I tell thee, Masetto, thou art a rare fool, a fool such as the world hath never seen. Be merry, I say be merry; nay, thou shalt be merry.”