A beauty. And, in fact, there wasn't much

Of real beauty in her. But her eyes,

Her eyes alone, her glance too... such a glance

I never since have met. And then her voice

Was soft and weak, as though she were not well...

Her husband was a rough and heartless black-

guard -

I realized too late... Alas, poor Inez!...

LEPORELLO. What of it? On her heels came others.

DON JUAN. - True!

LEPORELLO. And if we live there will be others still.

DON JUAN. E'en so.

LEPORELLO. - And now what lady in Madrid

Shall we be seeking out?

DON JUAN. - Why, whom but Laura!

I'm off to show myself to her.

LEPORELLO. - Now that's

The way to talk.

DON JUAN. - Just watch me walk straight in;

And if there's someone with her, I'll suggest

His exit through the window.

LEPORELLO. - Why, of course!

Well, now we have recovered our good spirits.

It's not for long dead women can disturb us.

But who is this that comes our way? {Enter MONK.)

MONK. - She will

Be here this instant. Who are you? The servants

Of Dona Anna?

LEPORELLO. We are our own masters,

Out for a stroll.

DON JUAN. - But whom are you awaiting?

MONK. Good Dona Anna will be here to visit

Her husband's tomb, and shortly.

DON JUAN. - Dona Anna

De Solva? What? The wife of the commander

Slain by... the name I can't recall...?