Don Giovanni Page #2

The villain has fled! Poor me!

Where did he go?

Let him go.

He is not worth worrying over.

The scoundrel deceived me,

betrayed me!

Be consoled.

You are, or you were, or you will be,

neither the first nor the last.

Look at this.

This book, which is all but slim,

is full of the name of his conquests.

Every villa, every village,

every country bears witness

to his exploits with women.

Little lady,

this is the list of the beauties

my master has loved,

a list I have made myself.

Observe. Read it with me.

In Italy, six hundred and forty.

In Germany, two hundred and thirty-one.

One hundred in France,

in Turkey, ninety-one.

But in Spain...

But in Spain,

already one thousand and three.

Peasant girls,

servant girls and town girls,

countesses, baronesses,

marchionesses, princesses,

women of every rank, shape or age.

With the fairhaired,

it's the custom

to praise

their kindness.

With the darkhaired,

their constancy.

With the white-haired,

their sweetness.

In winter, he wants plump ones.

In summer, he wants thin ones.

The tall ones,

he calls them "majestic".

The little ones

are always "charming".

As for the old ones,

he conquers them

for the pleasure

of adding them to the list.

His greatest passion

is the young beginner.

He doesn't mind if she's rich

or ugly or beautiful.

As long as they wear

petticoats,

you know

what he does.

You girls who treat love lightly,

don't let your youth go by.

If your hearts are all aflutter,

here is the remedy, as you can see!

What pleasure in store!

Young men, light of head,

don't keep wandering aimlessly.

A fool's holiday lasts briefly,

but mine has yet to begin.

What pleasure in store!

Come my love, let's dance,

let's sing, let's play!

Come my love,

what pleasure in store!

At last, she's gone.

Look! What handsome youth!

What lovely girls!

There should be something for me too.

Dear friends, good morning!

Go on with your music,

good people.

Is there a wedding?

Yes, sir, and I'm the bride.

I am happy to hear it.

And the groom?

At your service.

At my service!

Spoken like a true gentleman!

It is enough to be a good husband.

My Masetto has a good heart.

So have I. I want us to be friends.

- Your name?

- Zerlina.

- And yours?

- Masetto.

My dear Masetto!

My dear Zerlina!

I offer you my protection...

What are you doing?

Offering my protection too.

Go with these people.

Take them to my villa,

have them given chocolate,

coffee, wine and hams.

Keep them amused.

Show them the garden, the gallery...

the rooms.

In fact, do everything

to keep Masetto happy.

Do you understand?

I understand.

Let's go!

- Sir...

- What is it?

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