Before your marble spouse.

DONA ANNA. - Don Diego, are

You jealous then? My husband tortures you

E'en in his grave?

DON JUAN. - I ought not to be jealous:

For he was your own choice.

DONA ANNA. - Oh no; my mother

Commanded me to marry Don Alvaro,

For we were poor and Don Alvaro rich.

DON JUAN. The lucky man! He brought but empty

treasures

To set before a goddess' feet; for that

He tasted all the bliss of paradise.

If I had known you first, with utter rapture

I'd have bestowed on you my rank, my wealth,

All, everything, for but one gentle glance!

Your slave, I would have held your wishes sacred!

I would have studied all your whims, that I

Might then anticipate them, that your life

Might be one long enchantment without end!

Alas! fate has decreed quite otherwise!

DONA ANNA. Ah, Diego, stop! 'Tis wrong of me to listen

To you - it is forbidden me to love you:

E'en to the grave a widow must be faithful.

If only you could know how Don Alvaro

Did love me! Oh, 'tis certain Don Alvaro,

Had he been left a widower, had ne'er

. Received into his house a lovelorn lady.

He would have kept his faith with spousal love.

DON JUAN. O, Dona Anna, torture not my heart

With everlasting mention of your spouse.

Pray cease from your chastisement, although I

Perhaps deserve chastisement.