“Her mistress is not a patch upon her; and her mistress is Donna Elvira.”
“What! wouldst make the maid weep also?”
“I would rather the maid wept than Leporello. See, ’tis the house, and behold Elvira at the window. I will speak to her—Elvira! dear Elvira!”
“Who speaketh? Methinks ’tis the voice of the perjured Don Juan!”
“’Tis Juan, who prays thee to forgive him.”
“My faith! Of a verity I believe she will trust him. O rare! O rare!”
“Thou art a traitor, Juan.”
“Nay, descend, love, that I may kiss thy tears away.”
“Methinks, I shall very fairly crack with laughing. This is good. This is good, rare.”
“Dear Elvira, come to me, come to me.”