Without intent, in humble hermit's guise

I've taken refuge here - and every day

I see my charming widow, who has noticed

Me too, I think. Until the present we

Have stood on formal terms with one another;

To-day, however, I shall break the ice;

'Tis time! But how to start? "May I presume?"...

Or no: "Senora"... Bah! whatever comes

Into my head, I'll say spontaneously

Like one whose serenade is improvised.

It's time she came. Without her, I believe

The poor commander has a tedious time.

They've made him look a very giant here!

What mighty shoulders! What a Hercules!...

Whereas the man himself was small and puny;

If he were here and, standing on tip-toe,

Stretched out his arm, he could not reach his nose.

When hard by the Escurial we met,

He ran upon my sword-point and expired,

Just like a dragon-fly upon a pin.

But he was proud and fearless - and he had

A rugged spirit... there she is (Enter DONA ANNA.)

DONA ANNA. - Again

He's here. O father, I've distracted you

From holy meditations. Pardon me.

DON JUAN. 'Tis I who must beseech your pardon, rather,

Senora; for perhaps I am preventing

Your grief from flowing freely as it might.

THE STONE GUEST.

DONA ANNA. NO, father, for my sorrow is within me.

E'en in your presence may my prayers ascend

Humbly to Heaven; and I beg you join

Your voice with mine.

DON JUAN. - I pray with Dona Anna!