“Man weighed down with crime, depart from amidst the holy dead.”
“Did I not say ’twas a spirit, master? A very gentle spirit, most assuredly.”
“’Tis some one without the wall, who would affright us. But, prythee, is not that the statue of Don Pedro? By my faith, ’tis the statue of Don Pedro! Read the inscription.”
“I pray thee spare me. My eyes are not diligent in the moonlight.”
“Read, Leporello, read.”
“Yes, master, yes. As I do spell it, it says, ‘Patiently here I await vengeance on my destroyer.’”
“Master, good master, if thou upholdest me not, I fall.”
“Bid him to supper. Ha! ha! ha!”
“Preserve us, ye saints, how he frowneth. Master, he hath life. He will speak. I would I were conveniently away from here. Master, why dost thou not look at the statue?”
“’Tis not handsome. Now, thou cur, obey me!”