“I have had a wondrous adventure.”
“The poor woman!”
“I met her in the street. Thou may’st guess, I briskly went to her. Take her by the hand, do I? Aye, yes. When, thou dog, whom, thinkest thou, she took me for? Thyself was it? Yes, then.”
“For me! then, master, that woman hath abused herself in this, for I will have nought to do with the sex.”
“But, faith! she soon finds I am not Leporello, and then doth she yell so as to wake the happiest sleepers. I’ faith! I leapt over the wall, and here am I. Ha, ha, ha!”
“Good! rare! my master. Ha, ha, ha!”
“Before the dawn this mirth shall die!”
“Who speaketh?”
“Master as I tremble—and I would not say I do not tremble; for as I have a soul, I tremble vastly—’tis some spirit from the other world who knows thee better even than I do.”
“Peace, fool! Who speaketh?”