(DONA ANNA follows the MONK.)

LEPORELLO. Well, what's she like?

DON JUAN. - There's nothing visible

Of her beneath her somber widow's veil;

I just but glimpsed a trim and narrow heel.

LEPORELLO. That's quite enough for you. Imagination

Will in a jiffy sketch you out the rest;

Your fancy's quicker than the painter's brush.

The starting-point is all the same to you -

The forehead, or the foot.

DON JUAN. - O Leporello,

I'll get to know her.

LEPORELLO. (to himself.) There you have the man!

That's the last straw! The fellow, having killed

The husband, now would like to feast his eyes

Upon the widow's tears! The wretch!

DON JUAN. - But see

The dusk is on us. Ere the moon arise

Above us and transform this inky black

Into a glowing twilight, let us creep

Into Madrid.

LEPORELLO. A Spanish nobleman,

Like any thief, awaits the night - and fears

The moon. O Heavens! What a cursed life!

Ah, how much longer must I bear with him?

My strength, in truth, is nearly at an end!

SCENE II.

Room. Supper at LAURA'S.

FIRST GUEST. I swear to you, dear Laura, never yet

Was such perfection in your acting shown!

How thoroughly you understood your role!

SECOND GUEST. And with what power its meaning you

unfolded!

THIRD GUEST. And with what art!

LAURA. - To-day, indeed, success

Did crown my every movement, every word: