Whom have you here, my Laura?

DON CARLOS. - It is I -

Don Carlos.

DON JUAN. What an unexpected meeting!

To-morrow I am at your service...

DON CARLOS. - No!

Not then - at once.

LAURA - Don Carlos, stop, I say!

You're in my house, not in the public street -

I beg you, go away.

DON CARLOS. (Not listening to her.) I'm waiting. Well?

Your sword is at your side.

DON JUAN. - Oh, if you have

No patience, very well.... - (They fight.)

LAURA. - Oh! oh! Juan!...

('Throws herself on the bed. DON CARLOS falls.)

DON JUAN. Get up, my Laura, it's all over.

LAURA. - What

Lies there? He's killed? How lovely! In my room!

And what shall I do now, you scapegrace, devil?

And how shall I dispose of him?

DON JUAN. - Perhaps

He's still alive. (Examines the body.)

LAURA. - Alive, forsooth! Why look,

You wretched man! You pierced him through the

heart -- ,

No fear, you didn't miss! No blood is flowing

From the three-cornered wound, nor is he breathing.

So what do you say now?

DON JUAN. - It can't be helped.

He asked for it himself.

LAURA. - Ah, Don Juan,

It's most annoying, really. Your old tricks!...

And yet you're ne'er to blame! Whence come you