Away the man to whom the sight of you

Is all the consolation he has left.

I do not entertain audacious hopes,

Make no demands upon you, but I must,

If I am still condemned to live, have leave

To see you.

DONA ANNA. GO - for this is not the place

For words like these, for madness such as this...

To-morrow come to where I live; if you

Will swear to keep within respectful bounds,

I shall receive you - in the evening, later...

E'er since the hour that I became a widow

I have not seen a soul...

DON JUAN. - O Dona Anna! -

You angel! May God comfort you, as now

You offer balm to this unhappy soul!

DONA ANNA. Begone! Begone!

DON JUAN. - One minute more, I pray.

DONA ANNA. Well, then, 'tis I must go... Besides, my

mind

Is far from prayer. You've distracted me

With all your worldly talk; my ear to such

Has long been unaccustomed. - But to-morrow

I shall receive you...

DON JUAN. - Even yet I cannot

Believe, I cannot trust my happiness!

To-morrow I shall see you!... And not here,

And not by stealth!

DONA ANNA. - To-morrow, yes, to-morrow.

What is your name?

DON JUAN. - Diego de Calvado.

DONA ANNA. Farewell, Don Diego. - (Exit.) DON JUAN. - Leporello!

(LEPORELLO enters.)

LEPORELLO. - What

Is now your pleasure?