DON JUAN. - Go on!

LEPORELLO. - But...

DON JUAN - GO!

LEPORELLO. Most excellent and beautiful of statues!

My master, Don Juan, most humbly bids

You come... Good Lord, I cannot, I'm afraid.

DON JUAN. Coward! I'll give it to you!...

LEPORELLO. - Very well!

My master, Don Juan, doth bid you come

To-morrow rather late to your wife's house

And guard the door...

(The statue nods.)

Oh!

DON JUAN. - What's the matter there?

LEPORELLO. Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! I'll die!

DON JUAN. - Whatever's happened?

LEPORELLO. (Nodding.) The statue... Oh!

DON JUAN. - What's this you're doing - bowing?

LEPORELLO. NO, no, not I - but it!

DON JUAN. - What fiddle-faddle

Is this?

LEPORELLO. Then go yourself.

DON JUAN. - Well, look, you knave!

(To the statue.) Commander, I do herewith bid you

come

Unto your widow's house, where I shall be

To-morrow, and keep watch before the door.

Well? Will you? - (Statue nods again.)

God!

LEPORELLO. - I told you...

DON JUAN. - Let us go.

SCENE IV.

DONA ANNA'S Room, DON JUAN and DONA ANNA.

DONA ANNA. Don Diego, I've received you; yet I fear

My melancholy conversation will

Soon bore you; wretched widow that I am,

I never can forget my loss. Like April

I mingle tears with smiles. But tell me why

Are you so silent?

DON JUAN. - I'm enjoying deeply

And silently the thought that I'm alone

With charming Dona Anna - here, not there

Beside that lucky dead man's monument -

And see you now no longer on your knees